Poems of Lalla Ishwari, 14th Century Kashmir

Gently I weep for my mind,
caught in the illusion of ownership.

Mind, you're not who you think you are.
You're dancing over a pit.

Soon you'll fall through,
and these things you've valued
and collected will be left behind.

My sweet dear, do you understand this,
and if you do, how does your food taste?
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Awareness cleaned my mind
to a polished mirroring,

The presence came near, and I knew
that That was everything,
and I nothing.
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Playfully, you hid from me.
All day I looked.

Then I discovered
I was you,

and the celebration
of That began.