<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Guru Dhyanam</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My shut eyes visualize northward<br>A villa of a banyan tree<br>Its solemn tresses southward<br>Bearing a sage beneath in a spree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes half-shut shimmering<br>Like a crescent; glow spreading<br>His mercy, His grace, His might.<br>His haloed face i wonder at.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flows down the zing of His grace<br>Fiercefully into His body to blaze<br>His radiance on to a yellow bright.<br>My mind settles at His mien and might</div><div style="margin:10px 0">.His right fist grips a gesture, <br>Chinmudra-the curved thumb and forefinger<br>For aeons preaching the oneness<br>Of finite and infinite in space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His resting left foot forming a semi lap, <br>Stately chinmudra further scoring up<br>Revealed is His majestic cognised-self.<br>To His silent preaching i submit myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unto His demon pressing right foot<br>I stoop to pardon; so ignorant<br>Of the codex in His left hand; <br>The cosmic laws all in one bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord of the south, Dakshinamoorthy<br>Guru to Brahma's sons, most worthy<br>The beacon-light He is<br>Entrusted, enlightened one's life is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To His holy providence I prostrate.<br>His rudraksha-mala in my heart<br>Countlessly numbers its akshas<br>Uttering salutations Guru, salutations.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In obeisance along with oblations<br>There is my still unfound intelligence<br>Clouded densely with ignorance<br>In the core of my offerings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just a dropp of Guru's effulgence<br>As I prostrate on me falls<br>I'm then cleared out of my nescience.<br>My shut eyes open to realise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Creation and involution symbolised<br>Drum and fire depicted<br>Upper hands presage generation and regeneration<br>Lower hands preach self realisation<br>Opened up is my conscience<br>To merge with His omniscience.<br>To that esteemed Guru of venerable cognition<br>Prostrations, humble prostrations.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Indira+Renganathan">Indira Renganathan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412039" data-title="Guru Dhyanam de Indira Renganathan" data-description="My shut eyes visualize northward A villa of a banyan tree Its solemn tresses southward Bearing a sage beneath in a spree. His eyes half-shut shimmering Like a crescent; glow spreading His mercy, His grace, His might. His haloed face i wonder at. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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