Sri Sivavakkiyar (sometimes Civavakkiyar) was a great Tamil Poet who lived in the period preceding the 10th Century A.D.
Sivavakkiyar was an early rebel against the Brahmanic order, he was resolutely opposed to the Caste system and was opposed to idol worship and temple ceremonies. His rebellion against any kind of orthodoxy meant his work was left out of the Saiva canonical literature however some of his poetry is well read in Tamil literary compendiums.
Sri Sivavakiyar, was born with Lord Shiva's name on his lips. He said that the constant repetition of the Lords name would even turn ones body into gold. A great rennuciate he is said to have lived for over 4,000 ... more »
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Why, honey is the bee's saliva; the beetle's saliva is on the flower, the cows milk itself is mixed with the saliva of the calf! why should there be so much fuss over it?
Where is the pariah woman? Where is the high-caste woman? Are there numbers inscribed on the skin and flesh? Is the pariah woman’s delight different from that of a the high-caste woman?
He is not Hari, He is not Lord Siva
He is not Hari, He is not the Lord Siva. He is the Ultimate Cause, In the Beyond of the Beyond, Transcending Blackness, Redness, and Whiteness,
The Ultimate Cause
He is not Hari, He is not the Lord Siva. He is the Ultimate Cause, In the Beyond of Beyond, Transcending Blackness, Redness, and Whiteness.
The Supreme It
The slothful Sluggards Say: He is far, far, far Away!
Melt with the Heart Inside
In the Four Eternal Vedas, In the study and reading of scripts, In sacred ashes and in Holy Writs And muttering of prayers
Silence, unmoved and rising, Silence, unmoved and sheltering, Silence, unmoved and permanent, Silence, unmoved and brilliant,
What are temples
What are temples, tell me! And what are sacred tanks? O you poor slaves who worship in temples and tanks!
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Why, honey is the bee's saliva;
the beetle's saliva is on the flower,
the cows milk itself is mixed with the saliva of the calf!
why should there be so much fuss over it?
Milk does not return to the udder, nor butter to the butter-milk;
Nor the life within the sea-shell, if it breaks, to its body;
The blown flower, the fallen fruit, do not return to the tree;
The dead are not born, never, never, never, never!