The Breath of Meaning

Poetic Rendering

At dawn, pressed by hunger,
I cook, I churn, I swallow
whatever comes to hand
where is the time to remember You?
O Linga, Father
is this the fate You have written for me?
Like a cow dung ember
that flares but cannot warm,
my offerings fall short, insufficient.
Have mercy on me,
O Kudalasangamadeva
breathe meaning into this meagre life.

Spiritual Context

Interpretation

The Cosmic Reality

Shata Sthala

Practical Integration

Modern Application

Essence

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