The Altar of the Self

Poetic Rendering

Beneath the festive garlands, the sacrificial lamb grazes, unaware.
Unknowing of the knife that awaits its throat, the feast that demands its flesh.
Was it born for this purpose?
Was its life meant for this end?
O Kudalasangama, I ask you
can the hand that slaughters innocence ever grasp liberation?

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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