The Linga in the Palm: The Universe in the Self

Poetic Rendering

O Lord, the bliss of Your glance
it flows through every vein like dawn of light.
Your presence hums in my breath,
Your touch glimmers upon each pore.
Every hair upon my body has turned into an eye,
each pulse a beam of sight,
each breath a whisper of Your name.
Within the hollow of my palm, the Linga rests
a tiny axis of creation.
I gaze and it ignites;
it glows not as stone but as universe.
Light rises from within, my mind becomes fragrance,
love (rati) ripples like cosmic music,
and all sorrows fall away like dust after rain.
O Koodalasangamadeva,
seeing You again and again,
I am seen by You
and in that seeing, the seer melts into light.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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