I, Lalla, entered the jasmine garden,
Where Shiva and Shakti were making love.
I dissolved into them,
And what is this
to me, now?
I seem to be here,
but really I'm walking
in the jasmine garden.
🌈
Fearful, always-moving mind,
the One who has no beginning
is thinking of how hunger
May fall away from you.
No ritual,
no religion,
is needed.
Just cry out one
unobstructed cry.
🌈
The Royal fan, sunshade, and chariot,
the throne itself, the happy feasting,
the theatre nights, your soft, down bed,
which of these can help your fear of death?
You've demolished the high banked marsh road.
How is it out there in the swamp?
Death will come at one specific moment.
How does that make you feel?
There are two results and three causes.
Practice the breath. Rise
through the disc if the sun.
Your death panic will fade.
Let your body wear your knowing.
Let your heart sing songs.
Lalla has become a syllable
of soul light. There is no death.
Much love many blessings 💚🙏🌈
These poems are written by Lalla Ded a 14th century poet, holographic projection of light, etc... Shared from the book
"Lalla Naked Song" translated by Coleman barks
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