Devotion Every day Ramana would sit out on a rock to clean his teeth, even when the rains came and the winds whipped at his dhoti, still he sat, mountain and man fused into One, and when [...]
Porumda! That dog, all leaking sores, all stinking fur, bone thin and starving for one taste of his Master, one lick of pure love, was pushed and shoved out of His orbit time [...]
Ghost The boy leaping off a train, racing through the streets, his wind-whipped hair a nest of coal and sapphire is just an apparition; the rice he almost starves for and [...]
Flawless The final vestiges of ego unthreading themselves as he lay on his bed, watching his flesh separate from his breath, without flinching, he let die what seemed dead, [...]
I’d like to begin sharing some poems on the amazing and mysterious life of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi. For those who aren’t familiar with him, he was born Venkataraman on December [...]
Golden Hands They called him for everything he touched was flooded with the sun – his grandmother’s soup by the grace of his hand tasted of angels, every game he [...]
August 29 Time waits for no one but the saint and so the train delayed until Venkataraman came at midnight to take his seat. Leaving his home in Tirichuzci, he traveled for three [...]
When I die, I’d like Rama to be painted on my lips, his name graven into the shivering fish of my mouth, each tooth an alphabet of his, each letter sending home a gift of love so true, the [...]