When the Worn Becomes the Wearer

Poetic Rendering

As the eye takes in form
and calls that taking “sight,”
as the vast sky holds all space
yet is never burdened,
as the pearl drinks water
and hides the miracle within,
as the flower conceals
its sweetest fragrance
so too does my small self
disappear without trace
in the company of the true ones.
Sitting near the great sharana,
one like Prabhu himself,
this hard stone of “I”
crumbles into dust,
O Kudalasangamadeva
not by my striving,
but by the quiet alchemy
of holy companionship.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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