Parading

Through many lives, I heard only the outer music.

Mira has met the Energy That Lifts Mountains—
Now the teacher has whispered into my ears,
Now the teacher has whispered into my ears,
And familiar ties have gone the way of weak thread.
And familiar ties have gone the way of weak thread.
Mira has met the Energy That Lifts Mountains—
Mira has met the Energy That Lifts Mountains—
That good luck now is her home. —Mirabai, translated by Robert Bly and Jane Hirshfield
That good luck now is her home.
—Mirabai, translated by Robert Bly and Jane Hirshfield

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