Poetic RenderingWhat kind of faith can it bethat carries no pulse of compassion?Compassion is the food we owe all beings,the root from which all righteousness rises.Without compassion,there is no path,…

Poetic RenderingIn the joy of service, I beheld:I saw the Guru,I saw the Linga,I saw the Jangama,I received the Prasada.Thus, I was graced with the fourfold treasure,O Kudalasangama! This vachana…

Poetic RenderingWhen deeds are done, let ego be still.Do not cry, “I did this for the Linga,”nor boast, “I did this for the Jangama.”Like Shiva’s drum,let the sound arise without…

Poetic RenderingWorship when you seem to do nothing.Worship even when your hands are full of doing.When action dissolves into stillness,and stillness flowers into actionlet both be held as Linga-awareness.For in…

Poetic RenderingLet my mind be Yours, O Lingaa still mirrorwhere only Your radiance rests.Let my wealth serve the Jangamathe moving flame of Your living truth.Let my body be for Prasadafor…

Poetic RenderingIs there pride in the Lingathe boundless, deathless One?Is there caste or creed in the Jangamathe living form of the same Divine?Is there bitterness in Prasadathe sharing that springs…

Poetic RenderingThe steps that unfold from the Linga,the words that arise from the Lingawhy should the Lingavanta ever fear?When breath itself movesonly by the will of the Linga,then wherever this…

Poetic RenderingWhat is a week? What is a day?What is night, what is dawn?When my heart rests in You, O Kudalasangama,all measures of time vanishthere is only the unbroken worship,the…

Poetic RenderingI shall bind the Vedas into one tight knotand leave the shastras sealed behind shut doors.I shall break the staff of fruitless debate,and slice the nose of ritualsthat strut…