The Fallacy of the Measure

Poetic Rendering

As the rattle of beads on a dancer’s anklet
all noise, no music
so is the company of the hollow.
And the Gunja seed, bright and uniform,
used to weigh gold and gems:
can it ever become the sapphire it measures?
O Kudalasangama,
how can the mere measure of worth
ever possess the worth itself?

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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