The Song of the Poppadum
In 1914 or 1915, Bhagavan was living in Virupaksha Cavewith his mother, who did most of the cooking. He himself
was a skilled cook and both then and later often helped to
prepare the food. On one occasion his mother was making
poppadum, a thin round cake made of black gram flour fried
crisp, and she called him to help her. Instead of doing so,
however, he composed this poem giving instructions for
spiritual development under the symbolism of making
poppadum.
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| Try and make some poppadums. | |
| Eat them and your longing satisfy. Don't roam the world disconsolate. Heed the word, unique, unspoken Taught by the teacher true who teaches The truth of Being-Awareness-Bliss. Try and make some . . . satisfy. | |
| 2. | |
| Take the black-gram, ego-self, Growing in the fivefold body-field[1] | |
| And grind it in the quern, The wisdom-quest of `Who am I?l?' Reducing it to finest flour. Try and make some . . . satisfy. | |
| 3. | |
| Mix it with pirandai-juice, Which is holy company, Add mind-control, the cummin-seed, The pepper of self-restraint, The salt of non-attachment, And asafoetida, the aroma Of virtuous inclination. Try and make some . . . satisfy. | |
| 4. | |
| In the Heart-mortar place the dough. And with mind-pestle inward turned, Pound it hard with strokes of `I', `I', Then flatten it with the rolling-pin Of stillness on the level slab (of Being). Work away, untiring, steady, cheerful. Try and make some . . . satisfy. | |
| 5. | |
| Put the poppadum in the ghee of Brahman [?] Held in the pan of infinite silence And fry it over the fire of knowledge. Now as I transmuted into That, Eat and taste the Self as Self, Abiding as the Self alone. Try and make some . . . satisfy. |
(Translated by Prof. K. Swaminathan)