Theme: Guru

The Ultimate Guru

(This was written on 23 September 2015 when Swami Dayananda Saraswati-ji of Arsha Vidya Gurukulam entered mahaasamaadhi at Rishikesh on the banks of the Ganges.)

 

You entered my life like a blazing star

When I had my young head in the clouds

Inflated like a balloon

Thought the scriptures were my pocket diaries

Understood every word they spoke


You did my deflation silently

Without my knowledge

Made me know how little I knew

And then slowly

Imparted into me the knowing

That I am the whole; am everything


I didn’t then realize

That you are the man

To whom I owed most in life

Till today when the news

Of your passing away

Welled my eyes

And drained my heart


You made me look at my body

Then at my thoughts 

And then at the thinking me

The roles I played

Stages of life traversed

And asked me to remain

Ever the seeing me

Who is both being

And knowing too in one

 

You then made me dwell

On the fact that I am the self-shine

The worlds are made of to shine after

That I am the rose, I am the star

I am all that walked, flew and crawled

I am the rain, thunder, lightning

Everything that is a thing

Yet I am none but the fullest One

Eternal without a second

Beyond counts and wants


You taught me

How to freely act

In the sea of actions

Without getting wet

On legitimate desires

And accept the fruits

Whatever they are

As gifts from the One above


You showed me the value of values

The value of acceptance 

And surrender to the Universal Will

Till the mirror of the mind

Is cleaned to reflect

The pristine glory of the Self

As that same Supreme Will

Indwelling in everything


You took from me

The fear of change and death

They say you passed away

On the banks of the Ganges

The Sun of the morrow I am sure

Will miss a grey beard and smile

Yet you have no death, you live on

In me and the things I see

The Sun, Moon and the humming bird


The grieving mind grieves

In the ignorance of a loss that can’t be

May Ma Ganges nurse you in her folds

And sing your eternal glory

As she traverses lands far and wide

That are accustomed to hearing

The universal songs of Truth

From our immemorial past

 

Soaked in prayerful tears I am

Oh Lord, bless us the ignorant bereaved

Peace, Peace, Peace! 

03-Oct-2023

More By  :  Madathil Rajendran Nair

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Very well written. We know the value of person after they leave us and we think about all their teachings
I loved it.

Uma Balasubramaniam
14-Jan-2024 00:21 AM


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