Poetic RenderingRain may fall on stone it will not wet;if forgotten, it remains unfazed, unchanged.No matter how much one prays or devotes to the Linga,it continues beyond accounting, eternal and…

Poetic RenderingPot-god, tree-god, street-stone god,banana-bunch god, three-leafed-twig godand look, even the measuring cup becomes a god!Everywhere I turn, gods multiply like waresin a crowded marketplacewhere there is no room leftto…

Poetic RenderingYou pluck a flower from the plantand return it to the same plantas though it were an offering.You lift water from the riveronly to pour it back into that…

Poetic RenderingWhen words are hurled like blades,when speech repeats and cuts againseeking to bind you, the helpless goatweep when you see this!Those who stand before the sacred textand try to…

Poetic RenderingWhy grieve over the neighbor’s wandering ways?First heal the pain lodged in your own body;First quiet the unrest rising in your own mind.O Kudalasangama,why let my heart burn for…

Poetic RenderingAll that appears to be “mine” in this worldlands, goods, wealth, and things acquiredare, in truth, held only in trustfor the children of Shiva, the Sharanas.If such things come…

Poetic RenderingSitting among Shiva’s own companions,I let arrogance cling to melike a famished dog guarding its morsel.My beloved, bound to me in private affection,filled my plate alone,forgetting the Sharanas who…

Poetic RenderingAs the eye takes in formand calls that taking “sight,”as the vast sky holds all spaceyet is never burdened,as the pearl drinks waterand hides the miracle within,as the flower…