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…

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…

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…

Poetic RenderingWho sits beneath a treeand dares to say,“This shade belongs to me”?Before Your Sharanas,what sort of bhakta am I?Before their vast knowing,what claim can my little wisdom make?Standing in…

Poetic RenderingThe body of a true devotee, O Lord,must be like the stem of the plantaintender, open, without hardness inside.Those ripened in Your graceare wholly consumed  fruit, seed, and skin…

Poetic RenderingWhat gain is there in worshipping the Lingaif the heart does not flowwith equal love, equal joy, equal worthtoward every being?What gain is there in calling upon Kudalasangamaif my…

Poetic RenderingAs I worship the Linga,and as my meeting with the Jangama deepensmay my love, my sharing, my lived experienceever expand in Your grace, O Linga.Let joy arise, O Linga;let…

Poetic RenderingWhat is the worth of living longa day, two, three, four, or fiveand speaking only words about the truth,never living it?Better one single day, O Kudalasangama,when realization burns bright,when…

Poetic RenderingWhen a true Sharana sleeps, it is sacred chant.When he rises, it is the holy night of Shiva.When he walks, the earth becomes a pilgrimage.When he speaks, it is…

Poetic RenderingWhen two beings, whole within themselves,meet in a single, unified visionthat very seeing becomes sacred.In that union of awareness with awareness,no second remains.There, O Kudalasangama,You Yourself gather and shine.…