Guru Dhyanam

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.

Flows down the zing of His grace
Fiercefully into His body to blaze
His radiance on to a yellow bright.
My mind settles at His mien and might

.His right fist grips a gesture,
Chinmudra-the curved thumb and forefinger
For aeons preaching the oneness
Of finite and infinite in space.

His resting left foot forming a semi lap,
Stately chinmudra further scoring up
Revealed is His majestic cognised-self.
To His silent preaching i submit myself.

Unto His demon pressing right foot
I stoop to pardon; so ignorant
Of the codex in His left hand;
The cosmic laws all in one bound.

Lord of the south, Dakshinamoorthy
Guru to Brahma's sons, most worthy
The beacon-light He is
Entrusted, enlightened one's life is.

To His holy providence I prostrate.
His rudraksha-mala in my heart
Countlessly numbers its akshas
Uttering salutations Guru, salutations.

In obeisance along with oblations
There is my still unfound intelligence
Clouded densely with ignorance
In the core of my offerings.

Just a dropp of Guru's effulgence
As I prostrate on me falls
I'm then cleared out of my nescience.
My shut eyes open to realise.

Creation and involution symbolised
Drum and fire depicted
Upper hands presage generation and regeneration
Lower hands preach self realisation
Opened up is my conscience
To merge with His omniscience.
To that esteemed Guru of venerable cognition
Prostrations, humble prostrations.

poem by Indira Renganathan
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