Guru Dhyanam-1 Poem by Indira Renganathan

My shut eyes visualize northward
A colossal form of a banyan tree
Wide shade of its solemn canopy
Bearing a Guru facing southward

His eyes half-shut shimmering
Like a crescent, glow spreading
His mercy, His grace, His might
His haloed face I wonder at

Overflown the zing of His grace
Fiercely out from Him to blaze
His radiance on to a golden bright
My mind settles at His mien and might

His right fist shows a gesture,
Chinmudra..in touch the thumb and forefinger
For aeons preaching the oneness
Of finite and infinite in wholeness

His resting left foot forming a semi lap
Stately chinmudra further scoring up
Revealed is His majestic cognized-self
To His silent preaching I submit myself

Unto His right foot stamping the demon
I stoop to pardon so ignorant
The codex in His left hand..
The cosmic laws all in one bound

Lord of the south Dakshinamoorthy
Guru to Brahma's sons most worthy
The beacon-light He is
Entrusted, enlightened one's life is

To His holy providence I prostrate
His rudraksha-mala in my heart
Countlessly numbers its akshas
Blessed, I give my salutations

In obeisance along with oblations
There is my still unfound intelligence
Clouded densely with ignorance
In the core of my offerings

Just a drop of Guru's effulgence
As I prostrate on me falls
I'm then cleared out of my nescience
My shut eyes will open to realise

Creation and illumination symbolised
Drum and fire depicted
Upper hands presage generation and regeneration
Lower hands preach self realization..

Opened up is my conscience
To merge with His omniscience
To that esteemed Guru of venerable cognition
Prostrations, humble prostrations