When Devotion Burns the False Self

Poetic Rendering

Once the heart has tasted true goodness,
the mind runs after it again and again
it cannot let go of the sweetness
it has once known.
Holding palm-leaf scriptures in my hands,
reading line after endless line,
I lifted my gaze again and again
until my neck grew sore
yet still the knowing did not arrive.
O Kudalasangama Deva, hear me:
even a lifetime is too small
to grasp all that is written.
Only by Your grace do I see
what cannot be learned by reading.

  • Aṅga  the purified self

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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