ARUNACHALA HILL OF GRACE

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ARUNACHALA HILL OF GRACE

 

One great day, I came to pray at Annamalai,

The blue sky blazed like lapis lazuli;

The Sun lit up the scene with golden sheen,

Earth’s paddy fields glistened emerald green,

Reflecting diamond drops of morning dew,

As if each jewel was meant to welcome you.

I have loitered in world’s shadows far too long,

I yearn for Self’s firm hold, so bold and strong!

 

The sacred mountain’s fire, glows ruby red,

He leads my soul to His bridal wedding bed,

For Union with his mighty love and force,

The peace and grace of which, He is the Source.

Then the harvest Moon shines bright, that night,

I bathed refreshed, in her gracious, silver light.

[Guest guest]

Simply marvellous Dear Alanji! The words alwyas just flow from your heart which

is a ocean of deep devotion. Reading your poems and articles sprouts up my

emotions too! Thank you for sharing!

Nima

 

, Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs wrote:

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> ARUNACHALA HILL OF GRACE

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> One great day, I came to pray at Annamalai,

> The blue sky blazed like lapis lazuli;

> The Sun lit up the scene with golden sheen,

> Earth’s paddy fields glistened emerald green,

> Reflecting diamond drops of morning dew,

> As if each jewel was meant to welcome you.

> I have loitered in world’s shadows far too long,

> I yearn for Self’s firm hold, so bold and strong!

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> The sacred mountain’s fire, glows ruby red,

> He leads my soul to His bridal wedding bed,

> For Union with his mighty love and force,

> The peace and grace of which, He is the Source.

> Then the harvest Moon shines bright, that night,

> I bathed refreshed, in her gracious, silver light.

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