The Leaching of the Soul

Poetic Rendering

Sitting among Shiva’s own companions,
I let arrogance cling to me
like a famished dog guarding its morsel.
My beloved, bound to me in private affection,
filled my plate alone,
forgetting the Sharanas who stood waiting.
Food served in a vessel tainted with greed
turns to poison, leaching the vessel itself.
If ever I forget You, O compassionate Chennabasavanna,
my Kudalasangama
I will tumble headlong
into the hell I have made with my own hands.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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