The Song of the One Without a Second
Poetic RenderingOne earth the altar for all temples,for no place stands holier than the ground beneath your feet.One water that cleanses all,for purity flows not from the river, but from…
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The Broken Grain and the Dust of Grace
Poetic RenderingBefore the golden grain stands tall,it is but a blade of grasssoft, fragile, unnoticed.How then shall I darecall myself a bhakta?What skill, what purity,what depth have I truly earned?By…
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From Beast to Being
Poetic RenderingWhen a trapped beast sinks into the mire,can it lift itself out without the master’s hand?So too, without remembering You, O Lord,how can Your shelter ever reach me?I am…
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Soul Remembers
Poetic RenderingCaught in the hunter’s snare,I struggle like a frightened beasttwisting, pulling, strainingyet the net of this world will not loosen.Like the doe bereft of her fawn,I wander crying through…
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The Fall of Power Without Purity
Poetic RenderingHe who had treasures beyond measure,consorts in countless numbers,counselors filling halls like forests,sons and soldiers beyond the sands of the sea,guardians of heaven’s gates bound in his house,even the…
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To live on this earth, I sell like a fruit vendor
Poetic RenderingLike the child growing in the wombhidden, helpless, sustained by anotherso do I live in this world,selling the perishable to keep myself alive.Making ends meet, I bargain with life…
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Ruined Harvest
Poetic RenderingThe field was sown,the shoots rose green,the grain ripened,the harvest was gathered in.Sheaves were threshed,the chaff blown off by the wind,the grain measured and storeda year’s labour brought to…
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Weeds Within
Poetic RenderingIn the soft, fertile fieldeven the hidden weedtakes root, grows tall,and stands as if it belongs.So too, in the tilled soil of this heart,quiet faults sprout beneath the lushnessof…
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The Truth Cannot Be Forced by Words
Poetic Rendering “Am I a Bhakta, a Maheshwara, a Prasadi, a Pranalingi, a Sharana,an Aikya”slowly, slowly, why do they speak so?Am I some flawless diamondthat I should never crack?Have I drunk…
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The Unchanging Sustainer
Poetic RenderingDoes the pot wear out without being used?Does the cloth fray without being worn?Does the staff weaken without being struck?So too the Linga does not tire,only the ignorant devotee…