The Final Anchor

Poetic RenderingA stone tied to the footpulls a man down into the depths;but the Linga tied around my neckkeeps me from sinking.The stone drags downward,the Linga lifts upwardand caught between…

The Soil of the Heart

Poetic RenderingDecorate the pumpkin as you please,paint it, garland it, worship itwill its inner rot depart?Never.Give the Linga to onewhose heart is weak,whose mind has no resolvewill the light of…

The Death of Pride

Poetic RenderingThey boast of lineage,and speak of another’s sinthus sharing in it,smearing their own hands with the same dirt.What worth is devotion by birth?What worth are rituals without true bhakti?When…

The Alchemy of Gazing

Poetic RenderingSearch in shallow ponds and wellsyou will gather only pebbles and shells.Dive into the deep ocean,and the hidden pearls will shine.So too, when we roam among the shallow-hearted,we find…

The Unspoken Prayer

Poetic RenderingThough my hands are clean,why is my mind still impure?Touching the Linga with these handsdoes not make the hands holy.Touching with the mind alonedoes not make the mind pure.Only…