Guest guest Posted July 1, 2002 Report Share Posted July 1, 2002 The mighty one who bent a mountain As a bow and so destroyed a fortress, He who wears the bright, white crescent moon upon His crown, the strong support of those Who suffer the dreary weariness of illusion, Such is Venkata! When shall I be one with Him in the bliss divine, within His heart rejoice? When, O when shall I embrace my Lord And Master Ramana and drink in The heady sweetness He bestows on devotees who, yearning, Seek and find at last His Feet, the home of peace where their tired Eyes and minds find rest from the fierce heat Of lust, the sea so hard to swim across? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sri Muruganar: Decad of Union ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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