The Living Temple

Poetic Rendering

My body feels its aches,
my mind knows its wounds
yet having placed myself at Your feet,
how can these remain mine?
If You, O Kudalasangamadeva,
pervade my breath, my bones, my very being,
then every throb of this body,
every flicker of this mind,
is but the Linga’s own feeling.
For the one who has surrendered “I,”
there is no “my pain” or “my trouble”
the body is Your temple,
the mind Your dwelling,
and all that stirs within Shiva Bhakta
belongs only to You.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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