923. Mother, Help Me To Help! 220508 Poem by Raman Savithiri

Might be, the blowing wind could stay still!
Mighty sea waves could become immobile!
Mind - Thoughts after thoughts ever bubble;
Mother! How do I yet switch them into nil?

Snake’s trial to swallow itself from its tail,
And a child catching its own shadow will fail!
Can anyone comprehend mind of thoughts full,
By reasoning, again generating thoughts null?

Though it seems mind control is impossible,
Ramana had shown a way of enquiry logical;
Ramakrishna told the only way is devotional;
I am confused, Mother, I the ignorant stumble!

To help the world some may build huge hospital;
Some to stimulate young students may run school;
Some to spread spirituality may assemble temple;
But is there an act, not tainted by ‘I’ even a little?

I understand the only best help to world in roll,
Is to stop the thoughts in mind which always coil.
Without Your grace how it will become feasible?
A touch by Your toe is enough; at Your feet, I fall!


Hint: Almost all days when I sit in spiritual practices, I sense the never dying ‘I’ trying to dominate others or trying to prove itself over others. ‘I’ hinders others progress definitely in a subtle way. I feel, to help the world one must become totally humble. Like Ramana like Buddha, like Amma, Like Jesus... like so many Mahatmas. That is not possible without God’s Grace following severe penance. 220508