Ode to Ganesha, Lord of Yogic Grace
O Ganesha, flame of dawn,
Born of Śiva, Pārvatī’s song—
You dwell where root and rhythm rise,
In Mūlādhāra's sacred skies.
Mantra Yoga lifts your name,
Each Sanskrit sound a living flame.
Fifty letters rise and spin,
Invoking You, the light within.
Hatha Yoga bows to breath,
Where prāṇa flows, untouched by death.
No struggle, strain, nor needless fight—
Your grace reveals the hidden light.
Laya Yoga seeks the shore,
Where mind dissolves, and self is more.
The waves of thought grow still, subside,
And merge into the Self inside.
Rāja Yoga calms the storm,
No-mind blooms in your pure form.
You still the restless, wandering tide,
And hold the seeker deep inside.
Remover of doubt, O gentle guide,
In every step, walk by our side.
With trunk that clears and gaze that sees,
Bless every path with silent ease.