No One Knows My Invisible Life – Mirabai

No one knows my invisible life. 


and madness for Rama. 

Our wedding bed is high up 

in the gallows. 

Meet him? 

If the dark healer comes, 

we’ll negotiate the hurt. 

I love the man who takes care 

of cows. The cowherd. 

Cowherd and dancer. 

My eyes are drunk, 

worn out from making love 

with him. We are one. 

I am now his dark color. 

People notice me, point fingers at me. 

They see my desire, 

since I’m walking about like a lunatic. 

I’m wiped out, gone. 

Yet no one knows I live with my prince, 

the cowherd. 

The palace can’t contain me. 

I leave it behind. 

I couldn’t care less about gossip 

or my royal name. 

I’ll be with him 

in all his gardens. 

The Heat Of Midnight Tears – Mirabai

Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening, 

Kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night. 
If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water, 

I would have asked to be born a fish in this life. 

If we could reach Him through nothing but berries and wild nuts, 

Then surely the saints would have been monkeys when they came from the womb! 

If we could reach him by munching lettuce and dry leaves, 

Then the goats would surely go to the Holy One before us! 
If the worship of stone statues could bring us all the way, 

I would have adored a granite mountain years ago. 
Mirabai says: The heat of midnight tears will bring you to God. 

Why Mira Can’T Come Back To Her Old House – Mirabai

The colors of the Dark One have penetrated Mira’s body; all the other colors washed out. 

Making love with the Dark One and eating little, those are my pearls and my carnelians. 

Meditation beads and the forehead streak, those are my scarves and my rings. 

That’s enough feminine wiles for me. My teacher taught me this. 

Approve me or disapprove me: I praise the Mountain Energy night and day. 

I take the path that ecstatic human beings have taken for centuries. 

I don’t steal money, I don’t hit anyone. What will you charge me with? 

I have felt the swaying of the elephant’s shoulders; 

and now you want me to climb on a jackass? 

Try to be serious