REMEMBRANCE

By Barbara Rose

RAMANA is the saviour of this life. At the mere thought of
his name there is a burst of harmony inside this physical frame
which reverberates and joins in the song of the heavenly
spheres and the song of the most minute life-unit, wheresoever
that consciousness extends! That name and harmony form
the theme and background to every breath and motion. Thanks
to them, the perceived world becomes a place of remembrance.
Slowly we learn to look through the peep-holes of the circus
tent to the quiet beyond. Slowly comes the strength to focus
not on the scenes of the fleeting wonders of the mind, but to
see with our hearts more and more. Happily, to see the blue
sky and to let its vastness fill us till the mind becomes serene.
Peacefully, to hear the tiny songbird, insignificant to the grand
organ of sight, but so much in tune with what IS.

The faith grows, the trust grows, thanks to the grace of Sri
Bhagavan. He is the mother, tirelessly gentle, ready to cradle
the devotee in caring arms when it bruises itself so often
because of stubborn vasanas ^[?] of the past. He is there to hear
the prayer of which the tongue and heart never tire, "Please
help us to love more in our hearts each day". He is the father,
ever watchful and ready with the reminder of what we are
here for, reminding us that our one and only freedom is in
remembrance, in being with him and in him.

Thank you for your guidance, Bhagavan. It is in everything.

The blessings pour in. They are for all nature. They are for
me. They are for all humanity.

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