When the Word and the Walk Divide

Poetic Rendering

Words may pour like honey
sweet on the tongue, pleasing to the ear
but if the walk falters, beware!
For the very Linga you wear with pride
becomes a serpent coiled in the pot,
its hidden venom turning inward
upon your own life.
If speech shines bright
while conduct lies in shadow,
what sanctity can remain in that Linga?
The Linga is no ornament
it is a mirror.
And when the heart drifts from truth,
that mirror cracks upon your face.
The seeker’s cry,
unheard like the poor man’s plea,
falls into the vast silence
for the Lord listens not to words alone,
but to the steady cadence of deeds.
To speak devotion yet live in deceit
is to weave your own downfall.
Know this, O wearer of the Linga:
your actions are the serpent within you.
Walk upright, and it sleeps;
walk crooked, and it strikes.
Such is the quiet justice
of Koodalasangamadeva.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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