My inner faults still cling

Poetic Rendering

Like a dog that licks from a cooking pot but cannot lift it back to its place,
so am II may recite the Shatsthala, but what have I truly done?
My inner faults still cling to me.
If I do not perform the sacred service,
the dāsoha,
in the living presence of the Jangama-Linga,
then I am utterly lost, O Kudalasangama!

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

Yet still a slave to the faults I claim to disprove.

Like a dog at the feast, I take but cannot give,

In this theoretical life I pretend to live.

The pot is heavy with the truth I sip,

Until I lift it to another’s lip.

Only then, in the grace of the serving hand,

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