In realms of thought, where wisdom gleams, Ramji, a sage transcendent dreams.
Advaita whispers, a guiding light, Of self, in wisdom’s flight.
A beacon bright in Vedanta’s lore, Ramji’s teachings, an eternal core.
Through the veil of illusion, weaves, The unborn self, where divinity cleaves.
In stillness profound, the self does dance, Ramji’s presence, a cosmic trance.
Birthdays celebrate, time’s fleeting breath, Yet in the unborn self, transcends life’s depth.
Tobias Mahnken
