Basavanna says:
The wealthy build temples of Lord Shiva,
What can I, a poor person, do?
My legs are pillars,
My body itself is the temple,
My head is the golden cupola,
Hear me O,Lord Kudalasangama
The static has an end
But the dynamic has none.
*Koodalasangama Deva-The Lord of meeting rivers (an epithet of Lord Shiva)
The rich can build temples. What can I, a poor person, do?
But I build a different kind of temple.
My body itself is the shrine, with legs as pillars and head as the golden tower.
A temple that is built is stationary.
But my body moves. It is with me wherever I go. That is why it does not perish.
What is made of matter perishes.
The soul, the spiritual, is everlasting.
That this body itself should be made a holy shrine is a message of immense value. We should be able to see God in this temple of our body.
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