The Divine Exile

Poetic Rendering

Do not make me two, O Lord
this body as anga and You as Linga apart.
Hold me whole, undivided in Your truth.
Place in my hand a single blade of sacred grass
let even this small, earnest offering be enough.
If like a fool I come begging for alms of divinity,
chanting Your name yet steeped in my old hungers,
give my animal nature only grass
and let its cravings starve.
And if, without inner worth, I still dare seek
the highest secret of Your being,
then at Your very threshold tell me, “Turn back.”
Yessend me away,
O Koodalasangamadeva.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shatsthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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