From the Form to the Formless

Almost half a century ago, in the midst of my earthly life was a call,
That persisted doggedly causing an uneasiness in my monotony,
I listened, listened intently with rapt attention, an ethereal call,
That was above my mortal chains of family and entwined bond,
That set to naught the human ties of normalcy, it made me search,
Search for books that held sacred teachings of this wondrous Form.

Gazing at the Form sent shudders of thrill through my entire body,
My long-lost soul trembled with joy at this discovery, a wakening,
From a slumber that human birth firmly tends to hold in its grip,
From a slumber that knows not the true goal of one’s human fate,
I woke up, casting away the deep illusion gathered through births,
I decided with my consort in joy to search for that beloved Form.

I remember the day when all of us longing to see that holy Form,
With all travel plans underway smoothly achieved as we alighted,
In that sacred grounds, an oasis of serenity in a far remote valley,
Tucked away from maddening crowds and dense populous places,
The abode of peace stood rising in its majesty of supreme splendor,
Joyfully housed in its lodgings, we joined the devotees for darshan.

As we sat in orderly lines, bathed in the warmth of the tropical sun,
My daughters by my side while my dear consort and son opposite,
Looking around, I saw thousands thronged, varied and happy truly,
Mothers and fathers, babes and children, rich and poor, all present,
With one fixed mind, one goal, to see the glory of the Form, Lord Sai,
Lost in thoughts of the events that led us here, I stirred, saw the Form.

At the pull of my seven-year old offspring, I looked where she pointed,
And saw at a distance a sacred sight, the holy Form draped in orange,
With a head of hair that defies description, gliding forth amongst us,
With a countenance fully radiant, more than the glow of million suns,
With divine love that embraced all those present, love beyond barriers,
He came, walked, smiled, touched, blessed us all with His mystical signs.

As He approached me with a gaze so piercing that flung my soul open,
I sat transfixed, mute and empty, struck with silence, I gazed in awe,
Time stood still, space annihilated, mind fully emptied, I alone existed,
Trees around stopped blowing, babes sat fixed in their mothers’ laps,
Nature was motionless, the sun in the sky marveled at the scene below,
Sitting there immersed in the energy radiating from Him, I felt peaceful.

Lord Sai in His brilliant Form had entrapped us all in His magical net,
Surrendering to His Lotus Feet, we felt in Him the source and origin,
A Divine guru, a compassionate avatar, descended to save humanity,
Lord of Lords to lead us from darkness to light, from sin to security,
Our annual trips to the sacred Abode of Peace in that far-away valley,
Filled us with a peace beyond human ken, a joy that knew no bounds.

His teachings taught us how to cleanse our inner self, free from foes,
The six enemies that gripped us firm, then to fill pure place with love,
He stressed to us, look within the divine spark that shines in one and all,
He taught us how to find unity in diversity and to find joy in serving all,
When laid low with life’s blows, He gave us solace with warm wisdom,
He appeared in our dreams to draw us closer to His divine proximity.

The years rolled on, lulled in the lap of the Divine Mother, we grew,
Grew in spiritual maturity, dependent on the Sai Form, we survived,
Away or near His presence, with His Form flashing every moment,
With Sai Ram ever on our lips, we ably managed life’s meanderings,
One day, rudely snatched from this pleasant Sai existence, we wept,
Sai had taken on Himself a physical ailment, so severe and alarming.

The climax reached that awful Sunday, Easter Sunday, nine years ago,
He, our Lord, our Beloved Sai, our serene Swami planning every move,
Left us all, spiritual orphans, as He left the body, the dear Form He took,
Yes, a human form to walk amongst us, to teach the path of Divine love.
Lying resplendent even in that lifeless state, nations all over mourning,
He still shone with the splendor that He carried all along, a smiling Savior.

Left alone to fend our way with assurance of His presence still firm in us,
We pondered, why did our Divine Master leave ere His promised time?
Based on His teachings, understanding the essence, go beyond the form,
With spiritual maturity it dawns on us to seek the formless within us all,
Why just the Form when it is the mere visible expression of the essence?
An essence, the supreme consciousness that took a form to be with us.

Blessed are we in an age when the Creator Himself chose to be with us,
Chose to lead us back to our native state of purity, to our own divine self,
With His teachings embedded deep in us, He said, go beyond the Form,
Don’t be deluded, within you lies the essence, formless and so blissful,
The supreme energy took a Form to show us the formless, creative core,
With this spiritual truth fixed at my life’s sunset, I relaxed to look within.

~Kanaga Ranganathan, July 18, 2020