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Archive for March, 2002

The Religion of Love In The New Century: By Ken Knight

Tuesday, March 5th, 2002

God is Love; Love is God.
This is a simple statement which most of us choose to ignore. Yet prema, the unconditioned love that is Brahman is at the core of our being. There are many who would argue that such statements are nonsense in the face of the daily reports of wars, [...]

Satsang with Robert Adams: By Kheyala

Tuesday, March 5th, 2002

One of the first stops after leaving Colorado that my best friend and I took in our new home-on-wheels (”Lakshmi”) was in Sedona, AZ to go to satsang with Robert Adams. Many of you may know that Robert Adams (whose body died a couple of years ago) sat before Ramana for years in Tiruvannamalai. Anyway, [...]

Stories of Sri Ramana Maharshi

Tuesday, March 5th, 2002

This page contains selected links to stories or articles about Sri Ramana Maharshi. Some appear in prior issues of Harshasatsangh Magazine and others are reprinted
with permission of Ramanaashram.

Stories About Ramana Maharshi: By Harsha (Harsh K. Luthar, Ph.D.)
How I Found My Way to Ramana: By Gabriele Ebert
About Ramana — From One of Harsha’s E-mail Messages
Brainwave [...]

Stones and Keys: By Alan Larus

Tuesday, March 5th, 2002

Yesterday,
deep inside the forest.
I heard these words.
Whispering between the trees.
‘For each and every stone and key
you turn along this path,
still the quest keeps going on.’
‘The soft edges of each stone,
the worn out handles of the keys
is not made by someone else,
but you.’
‘To tell you it’s already done.
Not once or twice,
but countless times throughout the centuries.’
‘Now [...]

Steve Toth’s Poetry

Tuesday, March 5th, 2002

Natural Poet
Mayflies don’t even
have a mouth
They have to write their poems
in the air
until their wings wear out
& they die exhausted
Rocks speak very slowly
Their poems are hard
to read in one lifetime
Every creation gives
creation another chance
to work
Let’s meet where the seeds
go to die
& the sprouts come
to be born
Let’s read the poems
the Earth writes
to the Sun
There’s no poem
without [...]