1 October,2015 return from France

Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow…


..and dying
in her body’s threads
winding tight, round
and round,

I burn
desiring what the heart desires.


Cut through, O lord,
my heart’s greed,
and show me
your way out…


O lord white as jasmine.
Akka Mahadevi

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