Master's Lineage🔗

Grace Ramana said shall flow from the crimson Hill That He became one with, many years ago All He taught was to be still And shed the I, one's ego. Many times He said: Question deeply and submit fully Neither question nor answer to me made sense Struggle as I did meditating daily Even as my ego formed a wall of defense. Years later when I sat where He once taught in silence Locked into his unseeing unfocussed brilliant eyes Drilling through my Heart with his radiance Leaving behind wisps of paradise. Then I reached the Banyan tree Where sat my Master, in form and formless Setting with His grace my spirit free Into that space of eternal bliss. There is still much I need, to engage and disengage For Now I am glad to bask in the Grace of my Sage.

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