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As she prepares to enter the lake, smiling beside her husband, he playfully sprinkles her with water, drenching her grace.
When all powers are silent—sun, moon, devas—it is only Nilakantha Shiva who protects, swallowing poison with ease.
A child, a maiden, a wife—each is to be cherished in her proper station; there are three forms of affection.
In their divine chariots, surrounded by celestial women, gods are seen watching—while the sky rains flowers in rhythmic joy.
O Lord, Earth was your grandmother, ocean your wife, and after a hundred years, the same lineage shall return—such is divine order.
She is not dead, for she lives within me; only my eyes can no longer see her. Like moonlight to the blind—she is present, but hidden by sorrow’s darkn...
A tantric reference—Kalika, the fierce one, bounds the small form of the practitioner with protective force; Nagarjuna taught this as the Vajra path.
Friends and family return from the cremation ground; only one's karma—good or bad—follows into the beyond.
You rose at dawn through fiery envy and self-purification, now shining like roasted grain—illuminating the eastern sky with purity.
A demonic lineage is to be avoided, its mind purified; seek the refuge of Rama’s abode and cross the ocean of existence playfully.
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