The Eyes That See One

Poetic Rendering

If a jangama arrives wrapped in silk,
you bow and call him holy.
If another comes in tattered cloth,
you turn away and call him low.
To see difference where none exists
that is the true fall.
For when the eyes divide
between rich and poor, fine and rough,
even food and clothing
become a path toward ruin.
O Koodalasangamadeva,
grant me the vision
that sees One in all.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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