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"Words after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only the form, the pattern
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness
But alas,
Words strain crack and sometimes break
Under the burden."
-- Allama Prabhu 1
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"The blessed mood in which the burden of mystery
In which the heavy and weary weight of all this
Unintelligible world is lightened.
That serene and blessed mood in which the affections
Gently lead us on
Until the breath of this corporeal frame and even
The motion of our human blood is almost suspended.
We are laid asleep in body and become a living soul
While with an eye made quiet by the power of harmony
And the deep power of joy we see in the life of things."
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"Oh Lord, this is the true height of the form
of the undivided Absolute Divine;
It's neither form nor formlessness
This undivided form of the Absolute;
It's neither time nor timelessness,
It's neither of this nor the other world;
Not touched by sorrow or by joy;
Above all merit and all sin;
It's neither cause nor consequence;
Not bound by duty or by works;
Not worshipped nor the worshipper
Thus, being beyond all sense of Twain;
He shines - our Guheshwaralinga!"
"My body I have made a garden,
My mind a spade
I have dug up illusion's weeds,
Broken up the clods of worldliness,
Harrowed the earth, and sown the Spirit's seed."
"The thousand-petalled lotus is my well,
My water-wheel, my breath;
From my subtle nerve I have channelled the water." 1
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"And to keep out the five Bulls of sense
That might trample my crops,
I have set up all round Patience and poise as fence.
Behold, Oh! Guheshwara!
Night and day I have lain awake To protect my tender plants."
"When Grace strikes,
A clod of earth is turned to a pile of gold
The common stone is charged with alchemy.
When Grace strikes.
The fortune that, for years and years,
I sought, look!
Now flashes upon my sight!
There, in a temple buried in earth,
I have seen a Gem.
And cast my pest behind me
Forever, Oh, Guheshwara!"
"Not thine the earth, not thine the gold,
Not thine the woman you love;
That's only the curse
The world is heir to
The gem of Knowledge is what you own.
Do wear that radiant gem, undimmed,
As ornament, and none
Except thee shall be rich,
Oh! Mind!" 1
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"To a flowing stream
All body is legs;
To a burning fire
All body is tongues;
To a blowing wind
All body is hands
Oh! Guheshwara,
To your Sharana
The whole body is Linga!"
"I see none at all
with the body as bank,
Buttress it with mind,
with virtue for steps
And fill it all full
With water of Bliss.
Before you I declare
Guheshwara,
Forever shall stand
The tank I have built."
"Where is the cuckoo, and where the mango-tree?
And yet they meet!
Where is the myrobalan, child of the hills,
And where the sea-bred salt?
And yet they meet!
Even so have we met, you and I Guheshwaralinga,
Even so!" 1
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"He who, having known Reality, is past care;
The hero, vanquisher of Death;
The glorious, embodiment of the Most High;
The Blessed, who has attained the Bliss,
The perfect, who inhabits the void;
The incarnation, Self-begot.
Who has the perfect poise,
Guheshwara."
As a spark in stone,
As an image in water,
As a tree in the seed;
As silence in speech,
So thou in Thy devotee,
Oh! Guheshwara.
Who is the Engineer that has moulded
This doll of clay,
Draped it in a fabric of water,
Bound to it, in diverse states of life,
A jingle of tinkling bells;
Dowered in with air and fire.
Crowned it with adornments,
And now sets it playing?
When this formless one has been bound to form
When you have attained the self
And made it the temple of the Divine,
There is no more one and two,
Oh! Guheshwara.1
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Unimaginable the light in the eye!
Indescribable the ring in the ear!
Incomparable the taste on the tongue!
Immeasurable the peace
Of the inconceivable central nerve!
Everywhere you will find Him;
In minute particles of dust,
In the hard wood,
Or tender blade of grass,
Everywhere He is!
The subtle, the imperishable, the unchanging
Guheshwara!
Oh! tell me who you are
Who lean upon your palm
Your sad dishevelled head
And thread of pearls of tears.
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The word they speak
Is the effulgent Linga;
The sound they make
Is the Supreme law.
When palate and lips
Conspire in the mouth,
You have that which transcends
Nada, Bindu, Kala.
Listen. Oh! fool!
Guheshwara's devotes,
Even though they speak,
Are immaculate!
What shall I say of those
Who throng in flocks to this
Vast market of a world?
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The trade is varied here,
Yet, nothing's bought or sold;
It's only a vanity fair!
Was it a half-mad god
That made this quite mad world?
I wonder, Oh, Guheshwara!
Thy power abides in the universe,
The universal power in Thee;
Therefore, I am amazed to see
This breach between the world and Thee.
I blush to think that once of your,
Thou didst consume the triple town,
It makes me sick to see Thy pride
Of having burnt the god of love
And earned a paltry title-name!
Even if Thou burn out Death itself,
And flaunt his ash upon Thy brow,
Thy feat does only make me laugh! 1
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Oh! Guheshwara, should Thou open
The fury of Thy forehead eye,
The sole of my foot shall welcome it.
Behold the indeterminate trance
Wherein the sense of Twain is gone!
Behold the light within the light lost!
Never before had I beheld
Extinguished both the sun and the moon!
No light, but only the splendour of the light!
Oh! Guheshwara
Of Siddharamayya's high eminence.
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