Welcome to Self Knowledge

THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO PUJYA SWAMI DAYANANDAJI ON THE AUSPICIOUS OCCASSION OF HIS BIRTHDAY,
AUGUST 15TH.
 
 
The ancient hills
Echoed the song
The waves of Bliss
Filled the Earth
The sleeping
Opened the eyes
The awake
Closed the eyes
To feel, to know
And to ‘Be’ the Song,
The Eternal Muse,
That is the Silence
And the Sound
The song
And the rhythm!
 
He is the mountain
He is the Range
He is the Eternal
He is the Change
The clouds that rest
The whispering trees
Swaying with
Gentle breeze
Have heard his voice
Have felt his touch
The overwhelming compassion
Breathing through them all!
 
Sometimes clouds moved
The down pour bathed the hills
The drenched shivering man
Saw the rainbow
The sun shining over him!
 
The hills hold his song
Calling with the peacocks
In the whispering breeze]
And cascading waters
When crickets fill the darkness
In the echoing stillness
My eyes close
And the creation opens
To sing the song
To be the Song
Her child and the master
The created and the Creator
Revelled in, to reveal
To whomsoever
Crossed his path
In the banks of the Ganges
In the far away valleys
In the distant mountains
And crowded metropolis!
 
Enchanted by his flight
Leaving behind no foot prints
Many too moved – without movement
Flew without the wings
The unwilling ignorant
Desperate to pull
All to his level
Could catch no foot
Or erase the foot print
Invisible
In Consciousness vastness
 
Life,
A lovely song
All glories to the Guru!
 
29.06.2015  /   22:58
Arsha Vidya Gurukulam
Annaikatti 
 
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