The Sandals at the Temple Door

Poetic RenderingO companions on the path of the Linga,listen with a still mind:You leave your sandals at the temple door,yet your thoughts remain outside guarding them.Your body steps into the…

Maheshwara - Bhakta BHAKTA

Spiritual Automation

Poetic RenderingDoing and doing, they act without knowing,Giving and giving, they offer without feeling.Their deeds lack truth, their acts lack soulHow then shall they unitewith Koodalasangama Deva? The cosmic principle…

BHAKTA Prasadi - Bhakta

The True Giver

Poetic RenderingSome gods guard the doors of men’s houses,barking like dogs when called.Some gods speak only when prompted,powerless without offerings.But what can such gods give, O Lord?Only You, Koodalasangamadeva, are…

BHAKTA Prasadi - Bhakta

The Unripe Seed

Poetic RenderingWithin the mango’s sweetness lies the areca nut hard, hidden, small.So am I, within the vast fruit of Your grace.How can I call myself a devotee,when Your true saints…

Maheshwara - Bhakta BHAKTA

The Waiting Bird

Poetic RenderingLike the crane that stands in the pondon a single leg,waiting for the faint glow-wormto rise from the watersso they wait, so they strain,yet miss the light within.Holding their…

Bhakta - Maheswara MAHESHWARA

The Threefold Dawn

Poetic RenderingTo awaken with the dawnnot merely from sleep,but from the night of forgetting;To bow at the feet of the Linganot the stone shaped by hands,but the living flamequietly burning…

Bhakta - Prasadi PRASADI

The Hidden Treasure

Poetic RenderingLike lightning hiding inside a cloud,like the soul concealed within the body,like riches buried deep beneath the earthso You remain unseen,O Lord of Koodala Sangama.I search and stumble,I forget…

BHAKTA Prasadi - Bhakta

The Leaking Vessel

Poetic RenderingAll year longday after dayI practiced, recited, bowed,yet my heart remainedlike the agave stalk:dry, fibrous, empty.Like a warrior who forgets his skillin the midst of the battlefieldso went my…

BHAKTA Prasadi - Bhakta

The Gravity of Grace

Poetic RenderingNot high birth,not lowliness,not rank nor lack of itnone of these can draw the milk of truth.Tell me,without bending low,without steadying hand and patient breath,can one ever milk a…

Sharana - Bhakta BHAKTA

The Sacred Bridge

Poetic RenderingOf what use is a swordwhose edge has grown dull?Of what strength is a serpentwhen its venom runs dry?Of what worth is a devoteewhose word wavers from truth,whose vowonce…