Body as a Temple: A Shivratri Poem (From the Archives)

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A painting of a an angel or being enlightened by yogic practices and mindfulness

The rich will make temples for Shiva.

What shall I, a poor man do?

My legs are pillars.

The body the shrine.

The head a cupola of gold.

O Lord of the meeting rivers.

Things standing shall fall,

But the moving ever shall stay.

~ Basavanna, revolutionary Vira Saiva poet who made teachings available to all women and men of all castes and backgrounds.

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Body as a Temple: A Shivratri Poem (From the Archives)

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