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?