Words Become the Mirror of the Soul

Poetic Rendering

Let my speech be a garland
strung with pearls of truth.
Let it shine like the ruby
warm, radiant, filled with integrity.
Let it gleam like flawless crystal
transparent, un shadowed,
without hidden stain.
Let every word I utter delight
the Linga resting in my palm.
For if my tongue speaks one thing
while my heart holds another,
how can I call myself
a devotee of Koodalasangama?

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

that hasn’t bowed to the Truth inside.

Let it be a pearl, a ruby’s weight,

a crystal where no lie can hide.

For the tongue that wavers, splits in two,

cuts the speaker from the True.

But speech that from the heart does roll

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