God’s Flute

Poetic Rendering

Lord, make my body Your flute.
Let my head become Your single-stringed bow,
my nerves the stretched and trembling strings,
my fingers the living plectrum in Your hand.
Play upon me, Lord,
as the cotton wick plays with the flame
soaking the oil, offering itself,
becoming light by surrender.
Let me burn bright in that music,
all of me consumed in Your radiance,
O Koodalasangamadeva.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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