Who am I? Ramana (Nāṉ Yār?)
Not this body of flesh and bone, Woven of humors, skin and stone. Not the senses that outward gaze— Hearing, touch, sight’s shifting haze, Taste of sweetness, scent of air— None of these is truly “where.” Not the organs of word and deed: Speech, to utter; limbs to speed; Hands that grasp, the power to breed; Excreting, moving—earthly need— All these, too, I cast aside, Not in them does Self abide. Not the breaths that rise and fall: Prāṇa’s force, apāna’s call, Vyāna’s flow through every part, Udāna lifting food to heart, Samāna kindling the inner fire— Yet none reveals my true attire. Not the mind, with thoughts that dart, Nor ignorance, the veiling art; No thought, no veil, no sense, no form, Not even sleep’s unconscious storm. Then who am I, if not all these? Beyond denial, mind finds peace; Awareness pure, alone remains— Existence, bliss, unbroken flame. When mind, the maker of false show, Subsides into its native glow, The world and its division cease; What stands revealed is Self alone— Eternal, silent, vast, unknown. Ask “To whom did this thought arise?” The answer comes: “To me,” replies The seeker’s heart; then question still, “Who am I?”—mind turns within, Returning to its formless Source, Where thought dissolves in silent force. Thus with steady, patient art, Thought by thought departs the heart; And what remains when all thoughts die Is Self alone, the changeless “I.” Where even “I”-thought fades from sight, There dawns the Self, pure, infinite; There blooms the peace no words can tell— That is the Self; that is the Well. The Self is God, the Self the Whole; Awareness, pure, the deathless soul. Who knows this truth abides in peace, In silence vast, where sorrows cease. நான் யார்? உடம்பு, ஐந்தின்றியங்கள், பத்து கரணங்கள், வாயு, மனம், அவித்தை முதலிய இவற்றை “நான் அல்ல” என்று கூறி விட்ட பிறகு, எது நிலை பெறுகின்றதோ அதுவே “நான்” ஆகும். அறிவு சத்தானந்தமாக விளங்குகின்றது. மனம் உலாவாது நிலை பெறுகின்ற இடத்தே, இவ்வுலகம் வெளிப்படாமல் மறைந்துவிடுகிறது, ஆனால் உண்மையான சுயம் நிலை பெறுகின்றது. “நான் யார்?” என்று விசாரணை செய்வதே சுய விசாரணையாகும். எப்பொழுது ஏதாவது ஒரு சிந்தனை எழுகின்றதோ, உடனே “அந்த சிந்தனை யாருக்கெழுந்தது?” என்று விசாரிக்க வேண்டும். “எனக்கு” என்பதே விடையாக வரும். “நான் யார்?” என்று விசாரிக்க வேண்டும். அப்பொழுது மனம் மூலத்திற்கு விரும்பி வருகின்றது, அந்த சிந்தனை அடங்கிவிடுகிறது. அப்படியே திரும்பத் திரும்ப முயற்சி செய்து வந்தால், மனம் தன்னுடைய மூலத்தில் நிலைபெற்று அமைதியடைகிறது. எங்கே “நான்” என்ற எண்ணமும் இல்லை, அங்கேதான் சுயம் இருக்கிறது. இது மௌன நிலை. சுயமே கடவுள்; சுயமே உலகம். K RAJAARAM IRS 16725 On Wed, 16 Jul 2025 at 10:04, Suryanarayana Ambadipudi < [email protected]> wrote: > After retirement, > with no job, > no routine, > and a quiet house echoing with silence… > I finally began to discover my true self. > > Who am I? > > I built bungalows, > raised farmhouses, > invested in ventures big and small, > yet now, > I find myself bound within four simple walls. > > From bicycle to moped, > bike to car, > I chased speed and style — > but now, I walk slowly, > alone, inside my room. > > Nature smiled and asked, > “Who are you, dear friend?” > And I replied, > “I am... just me.” > > I’ve seen states, countries, continents, > but today, > my journeys stretch > only from the drawing room to the kitchen. > > I learned about cultures and traditions, > but now, > I simply long to understand > my own family. > > Nature smiled again, > “Who are you, dear friend?” > And I said, > “I am... just me.” > > Once I celebrated birthdays, engagements, weddings in grand style — > but today, I count coins > to buy vegetables. > > Once I fed extra bread to cows and dogs, > today, even my own meal feels like a challenge. > > Nature asked once more, > “Who are you, dear friend?” > And I answered, > “I am... just me.” > > Gold, silver, diamonds, pearls — > sleep quietly in lockers. > > Suits and blazers — > hang untouched in wardrobes. > > But now, > I live in soft cotton, > simple and free. > > I once mastered English, French, Hindi — > but now, I find comfort > in reading my mother tongue. > > I travelled endlessly for work, > and now, > I reflect on those profits and losses — > measured in memories. > > I ran businesses, > nurtured a family, > built many connections, > > but now, > my dearest companion > is the kind neighbour next door. > > I once followed every rule, > strived in education — > but now I finally see > what truly matters. > > After all of life’s highs and lows, > in a quiet moment, > my soul whispered back to me. > > Enough now… > Get ready, > O Traveller… > It’s time to prepare for the final journey… > > Nature smiled gently, > “Who are you, dear friend?” > And I replied: > > “O Nature, > You are me… > And I am you. > Once I soared in the skies, > Now I touch the earth with grace. > Forgive me… > Give me one more chance to live… > Not as a money-making machine, > But as a true human being — > With values, > With family, > With love.” > > > *A.SURYANARAYANA* > *The less you speak,the more you are listened to* > > -- > You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups > "societyforservingseniors" group. > To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an > email to [email protected]. > To view this discussion, visit > https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/society4servingseniors/CAFBx%3DOe95hDZr22DNMqBpuOgRM22TRjq7tWYjiGU22pTRYYpBQ%40mail.gmail.com > <https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/society4servingseniors/CAFBx%3DOe95hDZr22DNMqBpuOgRM22TRjq7tWYjiGU22pTRYYpBQ%40mail.gmail.com?utm_medium=email&utm_source=footer> > . > -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. 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