Poem on a Master,preceptor and the Mentor


The Touch of Wisdom..


A single touch ,
unfolds the secrets of
a million stars..

A single ray,
opens the chapter of dark history

The mother dresses the little one
decorates the forehead with a musk mark
crowns him with the peacock feather
and puts a black dot on the cheek to ward off
the evil eye and sends him forth,
charming like Krishna
the universal child of the universal mother

But it is the touch,
the touch of knowledge
that feeds him pots of butter,
the butter of knowledge and serves him
the future on a platter freshly cooked and appetising
The Teacher ,the preceptor--
he is the one who insures the future
he is the engineer who lays the path to the destination dimly discerned
he is the doctor,who opens the third eye,
though the other two are perfect
he is the toiler who tills and irrigates the fields of letters
and brings home the rich harvest of knowledge
he is the one who binds the green earth and blue sky
with the immortal thread of wisdom
and brings both into our ken
he is the light house on the shores of the universe
whose beacons show the path to mankind
he is the oasis whose sweet waters welcome the thirsty
who run after mirages..

Look deep into the depths of soul
and there you shall see the flame in the Lotus Posture:

He is the preceptor,the Mentor,the Master
Before whom even those worshipped by
Brahma and Indra bows their heads
in humility and reverence.

Telugu Original:(Gnana Sparsa)By Perugu.Ramakrishna
Translation:V.S.Ramachandra Rao,India



Poetry by perugu ramakrishna
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Written on 2011-03-03 at 04:01

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