Poetic RenderingWhen you complete the worship of the Linga,let your reverence flow toward the Jangamathe living form of that same light.Do not stand stiff and swollenas though a wooden pole…

Poetic RenderingDoes not a Linga lie upon a boundary stone?Does it not hang even from the thigh of a beast?If that very stone is set among shrubs,and if those shrubs…

Poetic RenderingOnce the heart has tasted true goodness,the mind runs after it again and againit cannot let go of the sweetnessit has once known.Holding palm-leaf scriptures in my hands,reading line…

Poetic RenderingWhat if one is born in the lowest of castes,shunned by the world as untouchable?If he wears the Linga with steadfast devotion,he is the true noble onethe radiant Bhakta…

Poetic RenderingThe tiger’s milkis meant only for its cubnever for the grass-eating deer.The warrior’s amulet and armorbelong to the bravenot to the timid at heart.So too, O Kudalasangamadeva,to those of…

Poetic RenderingA scissor’s edge in the heart,and nectar on the tonguesee the contradiction!“I sing for Śiva!I dance for Śiva!I fast and keep every vigil!”so declares the restless mind.Yet I remain…