Looking, Only We're Not Just Looking

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The sage of the most, Oh!

Oh! He leaves me lame, a lamb,

unable to say

what a poet should say.

 

i was glimpsed at,

and gone in a flash,

fashioned into something by a Look -

that flashing Bright Oh!

The Grace Awake!

Awakened by the touch

of You being born,

reborn,

never born,

Born along on Bhagavan's Silence.

 

Breathed into Being by the One,

by the One,

by the One

they call the Sage

of Arunachala.

i can never make you understand this.

i do not have a clue

about anything i say here tonight!

Always the same,

that face,

THAT FACE!

 

The face i know so well.

i know he is my own Heart,

and his fluidity and stone form,

that formlessness

and freefalling faceless Grace,

his visage like Rama in Hanuman,

it burns here inside my Heart.

i tear open my chest and weep as Love!

i await and greet

my own funeral pyre each time

Sri Bhagavan looks my way.

And he is always Looking.

 

The way to the mountain is through it.

Become the morning air around Sri Ramana;

become the dust rising from the ground,

lifting beneath his footfall

and this Heartbreak.

 

Heartbreaking Devotion.

 

See this Bhakti

breaking into something with no name.

i see everywhere,

and all time is now.

i do not mean this conceptually,

so, Oh!

Oh Kali and Krishna!

 

Rama! Rama! Rama!

 

Sri Ramana IS!

 

Stepping across some space,

some place i had created with ideas,

i am lost in the Heart of Bhagavan!

 

Stones gather on the roadways,

left by Beloved for the alter,

for the Altered Avenue of Arunachala,

and that mountain is Bliss

lying in little rocks scattered

across the earthy loam

in this home's Garden,

behind this house

we live in.

 

We Live in the Love we saw tonight.

 

Sri Ramana has touched our heads together.

Sri Ramana has pressed our Hearts together.

Sri Ramana holds satsang with us, together.

 

OneHeart,

OneMind,

OneBliss,

One Song still not,

still not yet sung in a song

of some Unseen Source

of Sat-Chit-Ananda,

some Unsayable sounds

of Tat-Sat-Aum,

and somehow i know,

that in some way

we will be the TorchLight

burning up Its Own Self

of Sweetly said sheet music.

May we pour It forth before the match strikes

any nearer to the Heart Notes Hearing God.

 

Sri Ramana is so close.

Sri Ramana is so alive Now.

Sri Ramana lives in this poem.

 

Strike it anywhere and See him!

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie