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God is the Canvas. You Are the Brush. Awareness is the Stroke

The Poet Who Walked Into Light

Woman. Ghost. Poet. Flame.

From Mundane to Divine: The Alvars’ Bhakti Renaissance

I Am the Father of the Wind, the Offspring of the Waters

The Tantra Within: Not for Power, but for Presence

No Ashes on the Forehead—Only Fire in the Heart

The Ecstasy of Surrender: Lessons from the Bhakti Saint

Where Others Feared, She Worshipped

From Mundane to Divine: The Alvars’ Bhakti Renaissance

Bharadvāja Taught the Wind to Wait

In the Fire I Chanted, I Found Myself Burning