Daily Archives: October 17, 2015

The Plums Tasted – Mirabai

sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-  but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly,  low-caste, ill mannered and dirty,  but the god took the  fruit she’d been sucking.  Why? She’d knew how to love.  She might not distinquish  … Continue reading

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Torn In Shreds – Mirabai

Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else.  On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband.  Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own.  I’ve forsaken both God, and the family’s … Continue reading

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