Ana Ram Callan

Devotion

Devotion   Every day Ramana would sit out on a rock to clean his teeth, even when the rains came…

12 years ago

Porumda

Porumda!   That dog, all leaking sores, all stinking fur, bone thin and starving for   one taste of his…

12 years ago

When I Die

      When I die, I’d like Ramana to be painted on my lips,   his name graven into…

12 years ago

“Their Gratitude, Only They Could Know”

“Their Gratitude, Only They Could Know”                                                         - Ramana   The ladies in their grass green saris gather sheaves on the…

12 years ago

Ghost

  Ghost   The boy leaping off a train, racing through the streets, his wind-whipped hair a nest of coal…

12 years ago

Flawless

  Flawless     The final vestiges of ego unthreading themselves as he lay on his bed, watching his flesh…

12 years ago

The Advent of Venkataraman

I'd like to begin sharing some poems on the amazing and mysterious life of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi. For those…

12 years ago

Golden Hands

Golden Hands   They called him for everything he touched was flooded with the sun -   his grandmother’s soup…

12 years ago

On Venkataraman’s Journey…

August 29   Time waits for no one but the saint and so the train delayed until Venkataraman came at…

12 years ago

Ramana Maharshi

When I die, I’d like Rama to be painted on my lips,his name graven into the shivering fish of my…

12 years ago