The Song Of The Poppadum

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Arunachala!

 

 

THE SONG OF THE POPPADUM

by

Sri Ramana Maharshi

 

 

Try and make some poppadum.

Eat them and your longing satisfy.

Don't roam the world disconsolate.

Heed the word, unique, unspoken

Tought by the teacher true who teaches

The truth of Being-Awareness-Bliss.

Try and make some...satisfy.

 

Take the black-gram, ego-self,

Growing in the five-fold body-field

And grind it in the quern,

The wisdom-quest of 'Who am I?'

Reducing it to finest flour.

Try and make some...satisfy.

 

Mix it with pirandai-juice,

Which is holy company,

Add mind-control, the cummin-seed,

The pepper of self-restraint,

The salt of non-attachment,

And asafoetida, the aroma

Of virtuous inclination.

Try and make some...satisfy.

 

In the heart-mortar place the dough.

And with mind-pestle inward turned,

Pound it hard with strokes of 'I','I',

Then flatten it with the rolling-pin

Of stillness on the level slab(of Being).

Work away, untireing, steady, cheerful.

Try and make some...satisfy.

 

Put the poppadum in the ghee of Brahman

Held in the pan of infinite silence

And fry it over the fire of knowledge.

Now as I transmuted into That,

Eat and taste the Self as Self,

Abiding as the Self alone.

Try and make some...satisfy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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