If sparks fly,
I shall think my thirst and hunger quelled.
If the skies tear down,
I shall think them pouring for my bath.
If a hillside slides on me
I shall think it flower for my hair.
O lord white as jasmine, if my head falls from my shoulders
I shall think it your offering.
-Mahadeviyakka
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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