A poem - for the exhausted souls

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Dear Vicki,

don't doubt in yourself. Wanting nothing is best.

 

Here is a poem from Major Chadwick, which came in my mind - don't know why. So I

post it.

Love

Gabriele

 

(Perhaps it came in my mind because Chadwick also said always very clearly and

directly what he thought. Somehow I like him and his writings very much and he

is one of my favourites.)

 

 

"To Maharshi Ramana the merciful master:

 

Will you not let me go?

 

Will you not let me go?

Like some insidious druggist you would make

Me come with craven pleading to your door,

And beg you of your mercy let me take

From out your potent wares a little more,

And so,

You will not let me go.

 

Will you not let me go?

Here, in an alien land I pass my hours,

Far from my country and all former ties.

A restless longing slowly me devours

That me all worldly happiness denies.

And so,

Will you not let me go?

 

Will you not let me go?

You tell me, "Yes, I do not keep you here."

That's but your fun. Why else then should I stay?

While months pass by and mount up year by year,

So that it seems I'll never go away.

And so,

You do not let me go.

 

Will you not let me go?

Nay, I'm a fool, I cannot if I would.

I am your slave, do with me what you will.

That you should all deny, well, that is good

If so it pleases you. I'll speak no ill.

And so,

Refuse to let me go!

 

Will you not let me go?

I'M only sorry wax beneath your hands.

You've striven long to mould me into shape.

Your endless patience no one understands;

Your boundless love there's no one can escape.

And so,

You'll never let me go.

 

Will you not let me go?

I am a fool that I should try to flee;

For here, there is a peace I'll never find

When I the least am seperate from Thee;

Then I'll be but a slave to caitiff mind.

And so,

I do not wish to go."

 

Sadhu Arunachala (Major A.W. Chadwick) in: Golden Jubilee Souvenir 1896-1946,

p.213f

 

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