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When God Knocks
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…
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The Blind Who Seek with Open Eyes
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…
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Divine in the Ordinary
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…
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Overflowing Bowl of Grace
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…
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The Seed, the Tree, and the Infinite Gardener
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…
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Soul’s Sacred Wedding
Poetic RenderingFor the sacred wedding of Bhaktithe final, fragrant culminationlet the nerium blossom serve as the ring,let jasmine braid the threshold into a garlanded door,let chrysanthemums arch above as the…
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Formless Meets Form
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…
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Freedom Beyond Honor and Shame
Poetic RenderingThough my head is shaven,I shall walk uprightsteadfast as any man.Let them laugh, let them mock;let honor fall away,let shame too be cast aside.Whatever the world may say or…
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Point of No Return
Poetic RenderingClay once shaped into a potcan never again become mere clay.Butter churned into gheecannot return to its milky form.Gold cannot turn into ore,and the pearl never dissolves back into…
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True Currency
Poetic RenderingTheir bodies may wear the clothing of poverty,their homes seem bare,their outward lives simple as dust.But look into their mindsvast, luminous, immeasurable.In the purity of their courage,in the clarity…