The Sandals at the Temple Door

Poetic Rendering

O companions on the path of the Linga,
listen with a still mind:
You leave your sandals at the temple door,
yet your thoughts remain outside guarding them.
Your body steps into the sanctum,
but your heart stays with what you left behind.
If wealth and worry occupy your worship,
how will the fragrance of purity arise?
What use is devotion
when the mind wanders through the marketplace?
Whatever must comeaging, loss, death
none of your riches can turn it away.
Offer all your earnings,
inner and outer,
into the hands of the Sharana
who stands as the Linga itself.
Then walk barefoot
into the freedom of grace,
O Kudalasangama Deva.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

But you gave the leather and kept the fear,

the tally of loss, the inventory of gain.

How can you kneel

when your spine is stiff with watching the door?

Unclench the fist that holds even air.

Let the threshold be not a line you cross,

but a skin you shed.

Then the floor will be sky,

and every step a falling upward

into a grace that has always

held you, unowned.

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