The Dawn of Grace

Poetic Rendering

Within the cage where the parrot dwells
I poured oil into the waiting lamp,
set the wick,
and sat in stillness for Your coming.
Like a dry leaf lifted by a restless wind,
I had wandered far
scattered in mind,
lost in my own driftings.
But when the sharanas, companions of Kudalasangamadeva,
cried out “Shiva!” in their ringing call,
my heart flared awake
like a lamp that suddenly catches flame,
though moments before it lay cold and forgotten.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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