Sunday, March 09, 2014

Windy Corner - Mirabai








An eagle flew directly overhead as we reached the top of a small ridge.




The plums tasted
sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-
but what manners! To chew into each!

She was ungainly, low-caste, ill mannered and dirty,
but the god took the fruit she’d been sucking.

Why? She knew how to love.
She might not distinguish
splendor from filth
but she’d tasted the nectar of passion.

Might not know any Veda,
but a chariot swept her away-
now she frolics in heaven, ecstatically bound
to her god.

The Lord of Fallen Fools, says Mira,
will save anyone who can practice rapture like that-
I myself in a previous birth
was a cowherding girl
at Gokul.

-  Mirabai

4 comments:

Cheryl said...

Those photos really draw one in. And Meera's song put me in a Krishna frame of mind.

Iulia Flame said...

:-) xx

bluestorm said...

your photos are warming just like the sun
gently caressing the earth, spring in sight.

Iulia Flame said...

I am so glad. The wind was chilly, but the views are some of my most beloved.

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