Poetic RenderingThe sheep wanders in the sugarcane fieldyet knows nothing of sweetnessit nibbles the dry leavesand walks away satisfied.Only the great elephantpresses the cane and drinks its essence.So too, O…

Poetic RenderingKudalasangama is the giver,and the receiver as well.What value is our offeringwe who, like insects trapped in a well,exchange crumbs and call it generosity?He nourishes the threefold cycle:birth, existence,…

Poetic Rendering“Do not hunt with the bow,” they say,yet they build grand halls on ivory pillars.The world’s tongue is ever double condemnation its custom.Such is their way of work, O…