The Garments Came, But Not the Souls

Poetic Rendering

They promised they would come
yet the path lies empty still.
Whom shall I send as messenger now?
To whom shall I bow and plead again?
Whose feet remain for me to seek?
If the sharanas of Koodalasangamadeva,
those blessed companions of truth,
do not arrive
then what use is this life to me?
I shall cast it off like a garment grown cold.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

but without them, the light is gone.

A promise hangs in the empty air.

To whom now do I lift my prayer?

If the guides who turn the soul to sun

never come, then I am done.

This life, a cloak of winter’s thread,

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