Dr. Geeta Radhakrishna Menon
Tree 4 - O! Spiritual Tree! My Messiah! - Poem by Dr. Geeta Radhakrishna Menon
O! Spiritual Tree! My Messiah!
I bow down with veneration!
An overwhelming sense of gratitude
A deep respect for your
You are the manifestation of the Supreme Reality!
An incarnation of the manifold creations
Astounding divine light
That spreads its brilliance
Through its omniscient splendour!
O! My beautiful tree!
Your beauty sung by the poets of yore,
Your spontaneous upsurge,
You spring from the roots to the summit;
Your fearless venture of perseverance,
Your continuous presence bursting into flames of
Yellow, pink and violet blooms,
Yonder, beyond the azure blue skies,
Yearning to touch the boughs of heaven through
Yoga - the steps to reach a spiritual summit!
O! My speaking tree!
You speak to me through
Your dignified silence!
Your ways are myriad,
You let me listen to the subtle sounds of
Your hidden melodies,
You make me aware of the soft vibrations of nature!
You encourage me with fervent thoughts
You guide me to learn in silence,
You help me to grow and work in solitude!
O! My faithful tree!
Let me not waste my time
Analysing, dissecting, suspecting,
Agnostic tendencies to doubt the very existence of
Almighty - The Supreme!
Let me place my implicit trust in my God,
Like Thee! Like a little innocent baby,
To be served, nurtured and supported,
To flow with the ways of nature,
To flow with the Divine will!
O! My Guiding tree! You are my Muse!
Your poignant silence sets me thinking,
A firm conviction,
A firm resolution!
My mind brims with thoughts and expressions,
As you blithely breathe through the bounteous leaves,
As you inspire me with delicate words and verses,
My inner spirit urges me with a fervent desire
To communicate with my dear ones,
To share the bliss of your wisdom!
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