Poetic RenderingO man, do not cling to fading thingstime steals itself away,moonlight wanes,riches rise and fall like dust.All these are shadowsthat slip through your fingers.But there is one rankthat never…

Poetic RenderingLet them not call me corrupt or impure, O Lord.Let them call me one intoxicated with the Linga,mad with love for the Jangama.Let them not accuse me of crafting…

Poetic RenderingThere is but Onethough the world calls Him by a thousand names.As a devoted wife clings to her single beloved,so must the heart cling to the One Divine.If she…

Poetic RenderingMerit and sin do not descend from the sky,nor do they rise from some distant starthey are born in the quiet chambers of the heart.Whisper “Ayya!” with love,and heaven…

Poetic RenderingWhen the Jangama arrives from afar,a traveler steeped in stillness, bearing truth’s own fragrancewe rise in reverence, seeing only the Linga in him.But if, in that moment,we forget the…

Poetic RenderingA Bhakta appears before you“Ah, a simple one,” you say.A Jain monk walks past“Lo, the unclad ascetic,” you remark.A Brahmin appearsand at once you murmur, “Hari, Hari,”as custom has…

Poetic Rendering “I am but a beggarbereft of devotion, O LordSo I went seeking, bowl in hand:to the house of Kakkayya,to the house of Chennayya,to the house of Dasayyabegging for even…

Poetic RenderingOn the soil of devotion,the seed of the Guru was sown.From it, the tender leaf of the Linga unfolded,bathed in the light of reflection.The flower of awareness opened its…

Poetic RenderingWhen the cuckoo sits in a cage at home,does it forget the wild forest song?When the elephant is bound in the courtyard,does it forget the vast freedom of the…

Poetic RenderingThe Path That Transforms IdentityIf one called “low-born” bows to the Linga,then that is the company I choose.Even the man the world despisesif his heart leans toward You,call him…