The Gust and the Market

Poetic Rendering

This world we chase after
is only a passing gust of wind
here now, gone the next.
And wealth?
Just the noise of a crowded marketplace,
a bustle that fades with the evening dust.
Why cling to this brief commotion?
Let the clatter of riches fall from your mind,
and turn your heart instead
to Kudalasangama
the only truth that does not pass.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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