Devotion Every day Ramana would sit out on a rock to clean his teeth, even when the rains came…
Porumda! That dog, all leaking sores, all stinking fur, bone thin and starving for one taste of his…
“Their Gratitude, Only They Could Know” - Ramana The ladies in their grass green saris gather sheaves on the…
Ghost The boy leaping off a train, racing through the streets, his wind-whipped hair a nest of coal…
Flawless The final vestiges of ego unthreading themselves as he lay on his bed, watching his flesh…
I'd like to begin sharing some poems on the amazing and mysterious life of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi. For those…
Golden Hands They called him for everything he touched was flooded with the sun - his grandmother’s soup…
August 29 Time waits for no one but the saint and so the train delayed until Venkataraman came at…
When I die, I’d like Rama to be painted on my lips,his name graven into the shivering fish of my…