Fair or foul, satire or sarcasm, all

Thorns and carders pricked and kicked me hard;As the spinner spun me thin, on the spinning wheel,The weaver hung me by the leg on the loom;As the washerman rubbed me with soap.He dashed me against a stoneAnd, washed me clean,Soothed I was on seeing water:And when the tailor moved his machineTo shape me well,There and…

Are free, realised souls:Limitless, infinite,Hundreds of hundreds of timesIntertwined are the ignorantIn the cycle of life and death

I gave the same message,In my lifetime, I found Him asThe only one, all-pervading God:What’s the source of food and feed?

Then I discoveredI was you,and the celebrationof That began.[Taken from Naked Song, by Lalla / Translated by Coleman Barks]

My desire deepened and IMoulded my nature by pranayamas: (Deep breathing)Torched my liver:With the fire of Love:And thus. I foundGraceful Shiva before me.

He stands close by you! Do not look for Him far away.The void was dissolved in the Void!