The True Measure of Worth

Poetic Rendering

They bend low before the horse-trader
because his coins glitter
but when they see the saint in tattered cloth,
they turn away saying, “We have no time.”
Such is the wisdom of this world:
it salutes wealth
and shuns the light of consciousness.
O Kudalasangama,
let Your truth blaze through this blindness
strip away the mask of hollow devotion,
humble the arrogant, uplift the unseen.
Let worth be weighed not in land or gold,
but in the radiance of the inner soul
in the quiet purity
that wears no price tag
but shines only for You.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shatsthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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