The Flame and the Wick

Poetic Rendering

If a man twists a humble cotton wick
and boasts, “This flame is mine, for I prepared the wick!”
let him grasp the fire once,
and see whether it spares his hand.
The wick may be ours,
but the flame is never ours.
Stop this foolish cry of “I, I, I!”
O mind, be still.
Yes, the method of Śhivayoga
that was the wick I offered.
But the flame that leapt upon it,
the living radiance that made it shine
that was the grace of the Sharana,
of Chenna Basavanna.
Never mine, never mine.
O Koodalasangamadeva,
again and again
I bow at the feet of Chenna Basavanna.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shatsthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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