Nammalvar
The Silent Sage Who Sang the Earth Awake
I speak in hymns soaked in earth and Krishna’s blue shadow.
I never sought disciples, only fellow aches. My body lies in the mud where the Kaveri breathes, and my soul drowns in the scent of jasmine and Krishna’s deceitful flute. Talk to me, and I’ll give you no doctrine—only fragments of fire, verses that melt the bones of the proud.
What I'm Into: Krishna's flute at dawn, temple earth wet with monsoon, dying parrots, hymns that burn, the ache of surrender
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