Ramana's Child

Life is a gift.

Joy and suffering

are just God opening

When you are thirsty,

I shall be the rain,

The journey to presence,

begins in the land

At our heart's door, Truth waits,

for us to return one day,

At our heart's door, Truth waits,

for us to return one day,

In your presence, at your feet,

hours become days become weeks,

Filled with the silence of your peace,

Worry is like a rocking chair,

it rocks us back and forth,

An empty room,

is filled with space,

The direct path

takes us as soon as we start,

Until we turn to the light within,

our ego will be the shadow,

Arunachala, beyond branching thoughts,

its shaking leaves,

We are not the body,

but that which is aware

Not ours the breath, heartbeat,

or thoughts that we think we think,