Linga (Poem)

    You are the firstborn
    The first expression of the cosmic emptiness

    The wise ones spied you
    To be the source of all this lively mischief

    You are the source of all pain and pleasure
    You are the lowest and the highest

    Ah, the games that you play
    The multitude of forms for which you are the source
    Are neither this nor that

    I wormed through creation
    To discover you and me

    O’ Ishana the most glorious form
    Blessed is Isha to be your abode

    – Sadhguru

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