The Waiting Bird

Poetic Rendering

Like the crane that stands in the pond
on a single leg,
waiting for the faint glow-worm
to rise from the waters
so they wait, so they strain,
yet miss the light within.
Holding their noses,
forcing their breath,
eyes shut tight,
whispering secret syllables,
fingers turning the prayer-beads,
darbha-grass bound in sacred knots
they busy themselves with
the machinery of ritual.
But, O Kudalasangama,
without the knowing of You,
all this becomes only movement in the dark
the restless flutter of wings
seeking a light
they themselves refuse to see.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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