Show Me Your way out
Mahadevi
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 jasmineThat we have not an Eden below.
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