Poem – All I Was Doing Was Breathing – Mirabai 

Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes. There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that dark body. 

All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by my house. 

His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side, smiling. 

My family says: ‘Don’t ever see him again!’ And they imply things in a low voice. 

But my eyes have their own life; they laugh at rules, and know whose they are. 

I believe I can bear on my shoulders whatever you want to say of me. 

Mira says: Without the energy that lifts mountains, how am I to live?

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