The Seed and the Soil

Poetic Rendering

The devotion of those who cling to scriptures and rituals alone
their offering is like a shard of baked clay
buried in the soil.
How can such a seed take root?
How can it sprout or bear fruit?
For the true Prāṇa–Linga
the living Linga that breathes within this very body of flesh
stands here before my eyes,
closer than breath, nearer than heartbeat.
Yet they mutter:
“Prāṇāya svāhā, Apānāya svāhā, Vyānāya svāhā,
Upānāya svāhā, Samānāya svāhā, Udānāya svāhā,
Samanyāya svāhā …”

Empty utterances tossed into the air,
like seeds without life,
like offerings without fire.
Words alone cannot be trusted,
nor can rituals without inner awakening.
Only the seed of living awareness takes root,
says my Kudalasangama.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

When in your chest, a living seed does sing?

The breath that moves, the pulse that flows,

Is where the divine river rises and goes.

Chant not to prana from afar,

But know: You are the breath, the seed, the star.

Till your own soil, break the crust,

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