The Nature of Longing

Poetic Rendering

The radiant bird pines for moonlight
without its glow, its colors fall into darkness.
The lotus waits with folded palms
for dawn to open its hidden splendor.
The bee trembles in longing
for the sweet breath of flowers.
And I
my joy, my ache, my every pulse
turns only toward the remembrance
of the sharanas of Koodalasangama.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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