“Mirabai (c. 1498-1550) is the most renowned woman poet-saint of India, her songs sung by Hindus, Muslims, and Sikhs alike.”
- Daniel Ladinsky, from “Love Poems from God”
Mira is also my daughter’s namesake, for her poems reveal a heart on fire for the divine and a body fully inhabited. She (like so many of the best sacred poets – Rumi, Teresa of Avila, St. Francis, Kabir) sings of God-as-lover and lover-as-gateway-to-the-Divine. Here at The Hot Love Revolution, we sing of passionate lives in service of our unfoldment, and spiritual evolution that opens us up for more… er, passion. So. A bit of ecstatic, bawdy poetry now and then is a nice condiment, yes?
One night as I walked in the desert
the mountains rode on my
and the sky became my heart,
and the earth – my own body, I explored.
Every object began to wink at me, and Mira wisely
calculated the situation, thinking:
My charms must be at their height
now would be a good time to
rush into His
maybe He won’t drop me
May every object wink at you today. Rush into His (or Her) arms… and stay!