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 his devotees

tried to stop him, to lure him towards

where it was warm, he refused.


It was years before they learned

the truth of his mission: an elderly

lady, he had heard, was no longer

able to walk to the ashram


and so she came within view

of His rock day after day. 

Ramana, Lord of Lords, 

how could he turn from

a true desire for darshan?

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