The Broken Grain and the Dust of Grace

Poetic Rendering

Before the golden grain stands tall,
it is but a blade of grass
soft, fragile, unnoticed.
How then shall I dare
call myself a bhakta?
What skill, what purity,
what depth have I truly earned?
By the grace of Koodalasangamadeva,
I have been allowed to stand
in the company of His sharanas
but do I even deserve
to touch the dust
of their worn sandals?

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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