Poetic RenderingI do not longfor Brahma’s lofty seat of creation,nor for Vishnu’s radiant realm of preservation,nor for Rudra’s fierce thronewhere worlds are dissolved.These exalted stations,bright with celestial powerI seek none…

Poetic RenderingWhen the one who knows the Linga withinreceives a knock at the doorand the Jangama arriveshow can I remain seated high upon a bed?How could such pride be fitting?Tell…

Poetic RenderingThe Bhaktas are the Samartharuwhole, fulfilled, lacking nothing.How then can anyone dare call them incomplete?Tell mewhat measure can compareMadara Chennayya, the saintly cobbler,with Chola, lord of a mighty empire?Yet…

Poetic RenderingCan a picture ever be paintedwithout a waiting canvas beneath it?Can the seed awakenwithout the patient womb of earth?Can the Linga be worshipedwithout the living Jangama to reveal it?Can…

Poetic RenderingThere is an end to dance,an end to song,an end to ritual,and even to daily worship of the Linga.But when the Sharanas of Kudalasangama gather,love has no boundary,giving knows…

Poetic RenderingWhy take birth in this passing worldonly to gather and guardwhat slips through our fingers again and again?What value is there in such a life?Far better to sit, to…

Poetic RenderingThis world we chase afteris only a passing gust of windhere now, gone the next.And wealth?Just the noise of a crowded marketplace,a bustle that fades with the evening dust.Why…

Poetic RenderingDo not speak of yesterday or tomorrow.Each day let me live as “Shiva’s sharana,”each day let me live as “Hara’s sharana,”each day let me remember our Koodalasangama,without faltering.  The…