Reminiscences of Ramana Maharshi – Swami Ramdas

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Swami Ramdas was the founder of the Anandashram, Kanhangad in Kerala. He authored the book In Quest of God.

The story below is as told by Swami Ramdas to Dilip Kumar Roy (no. 8) and published in the book by Roy The Flute Calls Still:

One day, Ramdas went for the darshan of Ramana Maharshi and addressed him thus: Maharaj, here stands before thee a humble slave. Have pity on him. His only prayer to thee is that you give him thy blessings. The Maharshi turned his beautiful eyes towards Ramdas and looked intently for a few minutes into his eyes, as though he was pouring into Ramdas his blessings through those orbs. Then he shook his head as if to say he has been blessed. A thrill of inexpressible joy coursed through the frame of Ramdas, his whole body quivering like a leaf in the breeze. Ramdas had gone to the Maharshi in a state of complete obliviousness of the world. He felt thrills of ecstasy in his presence. The Maharshi made the awakening permanent in Ramdas.

Some people asked Ramdas, “You went to the Maharshi and you got illumination. Give us illumination like that.” Ramdas responded, “You must come to Ramdas with the same spirit as he went to the Maharshi. Where was his heart? How intense was his longing? What was the world to him at that time? If you come in that state you then you also get it.”

Extracts from Ramdas’s poem:

My Beloved Bhagavan

What shall I say to Him who towers high A veritable Everest of spiritual glory -A resplendent sun who sheds light on all He is our soul, our life and sole refuge.

The sage par-excellence dwells on the Sacred Hill Arunachala – the abode of holy ones – the Rishis.

His compassionate eyes pour forth nectar on all He sees Drowning us in a sea of joy and ecstasy.

He belongs to the dizzy heights Still he stands firm on this earth of ours.

Lo! Thy grace drew me to Thy feet And I came to Thee a vagrant and a beggar.

The instant my head touched Thy holy feet The fever of my soul left me forever.

Then Thine eyes, redolent with Thy Infinite Grace Tenderly looked on me and I was thrilled.

I stood before Thee – a figure of pure bliss Fully bathed in Thy divine halo.

Now, I am Thy child – free and happy.

Thou art my Mother, Master and Friend, my only Beloved. All glory to Thee! All glory to Thee!

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