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The Unripe Seed

Poetic RenderingWithin the mango’s sweetness lies the areca nut  hard, hidden, small.So am I, within the vast fruit of Your grace.How can I call myself a devotee,when Your true saints…
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The Hidden Treasure

Poetic RenderingLike lightning hiding inside a cloud,like the soul concealed within the body,like riches buried deep beneath the earthso You remain unseen,O Lord of Koodala Sangama.I search and stumble,I forget…
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The Leaking Vessel

Poetic RenderingAll year longday after dayI practiced, recited, bowed,yet my heart remainedlike the agave stalk:dry, fibrous, empty.Like a warrior who forgets his skillin the midst of the battlefieldso went my…
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The Gravity of Grace

Poetic RenderingNot high birth,not lowliness,not rank nor lack of itnone of these can draw the milk of truth.Tell me,without bending low,without steadying hand and patient breath,can one ever milk a…
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The Bowing Stalk

Poetic RenderingWhen you complete the worship of the Linga,let your reverence flow toward the Jangamathe living form of that same light.Do not stand stiff and swollenas though a wooden pole…
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The Sanctuary of Truth

Poetic RenderingWhere the Linga abides, slander cannot dwell.Where slander reigns, the Linga departs.Let them appear as they may,speak as they will,but those who live by the Linga’s lightstand beyond all…