Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow…
..and dying
in her body’s threads
winding tight, round
and round,
in her body’s threads
winding tight, round
and round,
I burn
desiring what the heart desires.
desiring what the heart desires.
Cut through, O lord,
my heart’s greed,
and show me
your way out…
my heart’s greed,
and show me
your way out…
O lord white as jasmine.
Akka Mahadevi
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