1054. The Jain monks argue endlessly with empty debates about their faith and then stuff balls of rice mixed with cold curd into their throats. Seeing all this, O mind, you stayed away from their path! Instead, you have chosen to serve the Lord who made Tirumalai, where beetles hum sweet tunes, His temple. The same Lord who also resides gloriously in the solar realm and beyond the skies in SriVaikuntam, as the Antaratma for all!
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