Guest guest Posted February 23, 2002 Report Share Posted February 23, 2002 Arial;color:blue;font-weight:bold">Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem Gabriele. Will pass it on to a. Arial;color:blue;font-weight:bold"> Arial;color:blue;font-weight:bold">Love Arial;color:blue;font-weight:bold">Harsha Arial;color:blue;font-weight:bold"> /join -----Original Message----- Gabriele Ebert [g.ebert (AT) gmx (DOT) de] Saturday, February 23, 2002 12:35 PM To: RamanaMaharshi; SriArunachala [RamanaMaharshi] The Golden Master color:black">THE GOLDEN MASTER "Courier New";color:black"> (Composed by the eminent poet Harindranath Chattopadhyaya in the Ashram Hall, crowded with devotees on the night when death had claimed the body of Sri Ramana.) Grief bath grown silent with its own excess And will not weep lest it betray his trust Even in this dark hour of dire distress He lights the flame of knowledge through our dust. Illumining its blindness wide and far He glitters from his heaven of deathless grace. In every speck and stone, in every star We see the lonely wonder of his Face. Ignorance rumours that our King departs Where can he go, O where? - the being moans, He who has made rich kingdoms of our hearts And of our thoughts his countless jewelled thrones? May he forgive our wavering faith, forgive The folly of our doubts whose eyes are dim How dare we move or breathe except through him? How could we live if he should cease to live? (The Mountain Path 1964) line-break"> windowtext"> Community email addresses: color:black"> Post message: RamanaMaharshi Subscribe: RamanaMaharshi- Un: RamanaMaharshi- List owner: RamanaMaharshi-owner Shortcut URL to this page: /community/RamanaMaharshi "Courier New";color:black"> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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