What a wonder uner the Banyan Tree Thou, Guru, sittest in eternal teens! Thy bony adherents, in locks dewy, Aged in mien and might, must have for aeons Stood in penance before thine still presence And thou in depthless peace and eyes half shut, In grace of tender years, in hush of joy Of the cognised self and in matted rout Of tresses, a world of magnificence, Drawest them to light their souls in wordless joy. The surprise soars, as when over the scene One pores and asks oneself, how so young Can on luminous lore expound in teens To those full of years and to hoar had shrunk But to them thou seemest to glow with the light Pristine of truth and they had sought thy feet. Still the puzzle deepens as our poser Posits that intellect and the logic right Are modes to solve thy truth seekers' teaser But, here, silence, thy sermon does the feat. Sitting in peace of calm silent harangue, Thy wordless homily pregnant with truth, Spells no doubts as thou doth not with thy tongue Spell out like all preachers through word of mouth The diverse aspects of gnostic wisdom, Which, they who listen, are raring to know. These found thee to be its living delight And sat down while their minds had stirred seldom To probe and reason with thee as to show No doubts having caught direct thine insight. The muted power of thy deep transmission Clinches clear the light of monism. Through the flashing truth of realised vision, A single sun, no distorting prism Can split into a vibgyor of tints It is thy self in its fulness glowing That transforms with great ease of tranquil charm To impress the light of its pristine print This bliss of thine is a constant flowing Awakening souls and illusions to uncharm. There is only one without a second, The Chin-Mudra, the revealing gesture, The forefinger and thumb on thy right hand Curving together is a mere picture Of the realised truth of oneness within. And the Infinite in all our hearts lies Thumb, small and ever sparking in ether space. While the forefinger points not to this Self, only its immanence in spinning Cosmos, the same awareness both does grace.