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This Nonsense Makes Perfect Sense
In 2001, one of my students gave me a book “The Enlightened Heart” edited by Stephen Mitchell. Looking through it this morning I came across several beautiful poems. I wanted to share one with you from Lao Tzu that speaks my heart:
Some say my teaching is nonsense.
Others call it lofty but impractical.
But to those who have looked inside themselves,
this nonsense makes perfect sense.
And those who put it into practice
this loftiness has roots that go deep.
I have just three things to teach:
Simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and in thoughts,
you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies
You accord with the way things are,
Compassionate towards yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.
Oh God, I Don’t Believe You: By Belle Heywood
You are Bursting Out Of Me: By Belle Heywood
You are bursting out of me
In all directions
I wake up
And sing out
Your praises
As soon as I know
I have lips
Again. Continue reading
You Forgot Your Lips At My House: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
Last week you forgot your lips
At my house. Continue reading
Uma Sahasram and Sri Ramana
Bhagavan Ramana as a Classical Sanksrit Poet: Sri Ramana’s Contribution to Uma Sahasram
Devotees of Bhagavan are aware only of his famous ‘Upadesa Saram’ and a few isolated verses as His contributions to Sanskrit, the ‘Language of the Gods’. So it is necessary to place on record His contribution to the famous ‘Uma Sahasram’ — thousand verses on Uma, the Divine Mother sung by His great disciple, the learned Sri Kavyakanta Ganapati Muni. This story shows the Maharshi as the joint author of this composition. Continue reading
I Love Your Silence! : By Helene Perrin Averous
Be Happy: By Helene Averous
For the flowers you received from the Heart, Be Happy Continue reading
Marital Garland Of Letters: By Ramana Maharshi
The Five Hymns to Arunachala are the earliest poems of Sri Ramana Maharshi except for a few short verses. They were written about 1914, when Sri Ramana was about thirty-five years old (he was born in December 1879). He was still living in Virupaksha Cave on the hill. Continue reading
Unutterable Is My Name: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
Unutterable is my name. Continue reading









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