Soul Remembers

Poetic Rendering

Caught in the hunter’s snare,
I struggle like a frightened beast
twisting, pulling, straining
yet the net of this world will not loosen.
Like the doe bereft of her fawn,
I wander crying through the forest of life,
seeking what I have lost
but finding no path.
At last, with all disguises fallen,
I speak the truth aloud:
You alone are my mother,
You alone my father
my kin, my refuge, my all,
O Kudalasangamadeva.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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