The Mud Wall

Poetic Rendering

Born in the house of Shiva,
your very breath shaped
by the all-pervading One
you accepted the
Linga as the path to liberation,
yet your tongue strays toward other gods,
your mind wanders through borrowed rites,
your actions bow before passing powers.
You stand like a wall molded from wet sand
smooth to the eye,
but when a single rain-cloud opens,
you dissolve from the very roots,
undone by the division within.
Such is the fate, O Kudalasangama
for those who wear devotion as a mask:
even in this very birth
their consciousness falls to the womb of a dog;
for what is split within
can never stand upright in the
bright gaze of Truth.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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