
The Langurs of Arunachala
Mother and child take refuge in Sri Ramanasramam during an unusually warm August, where hot and dry conditions have made food and water scarce on

Mother and child take refuge in Sri Ramanasramam during an unusually warm August, where hot and dry conditions have made food and water scarce on

What is that axis ‘round which the world spins,
so subtle, silent, past the reach of sense,
unmanifest, beyond our mortal grasp?

Tradition tells us that we should avoid clinging. But there is one exception: holding on to Bhagavan. Bhagavan is the “good attachment,” the one that

I have lived on the lip of insanity,
wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from

The Holy Hill blends with His natural sur-roundings to announce the other world and remind us how each part of it points to something beyond

Arunachala wears many faces—each a quiet revelation of the Self in form, light, and colour. To behold the Hill is not merely to see a