The tri-pinnacled lake.

Open your wings and lift.Give like the blacksmitheven breath to the bellows.Tend the fire that changesthe shape of metal.Alchemical work begins at dawn,as you walk out to meet the Friend.[Taken from Poetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty, Edited by Alan Jacobs]

You live within my body,and I worship only You.I do not careif I die, take birth,or pass into some other state.These things are so ordinary now.[Taken from Lalleshwari: Spiritual Poems by a Great Siddha Yogini, Translated by Swami Muktananda]

Twisted my liver.And renounced all I had.;Thus, giving up all myWorldy possessions,I became Lalla for all

the destructive fire, vadvaagni;And in the breast of man doth ragethe fire of wrath.When the fire breaks out, its flamesof angry, abusive words,sear and scorch and burn.But if one ponders unruffled and calm,and weighs the words, though angry they be,They have no substance, no, nor weight.

Blockade of audition, screening eyes,As the voice of god tickledMy consciousness!My Rattandeep (Ghee/burning lamp) sparkledEven in raging storms

I am towing the boat:Would that God grantMy prayer and.Ferry me too, across:Water in my unbaked earthen platesSeeps in and none collects ‘yearn and yearnTo return Home