Saturday, March 6, 2010

The song of the flute, O sister, is madness.
I thought that nothing that was not God could hold me,
But hearing that sound, I lose mind and body,
My heart wholly caught in the net.
O flute, what were your vows, what is your practice?
What power sits by your side?
Even Mira's Lord is trapped in Your seven notes.

-- Mirabai
(in Women in Praise of the Sacred,
edited by Jane Hirshfield)

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