“One night as I walked in the desert the mountains rode on my shoulders
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 arms,
Maybe He won’t drop my so quick.”
These words and this image came to me separately, yet they fit together like Mirabai and her beloved. The poetress who lived five hundred years ago today is perhaps the most renowned female saint in India, and I’m told her songs are enjoyed by Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs alike. Her heart belonged to God, not man, and her convictions which included a fierce commitment to human rights were matched by a playful, sometimes penetrating wit.
Personally, I think she was an ecosexual long before that philosophy and the language of sustainable love were tapping lovers on the shoulders to say, Love this Way. Be in harmony with yourself, those with whom you are intimate, and Mother Earth. Sustainability has a sexy side. The birds do it, the bees do it, and sometimes, yes, even trees intertwine to remind us of the enduring power of love.
Thursday is now poetry day for Modern Love, the juxtaposition of Eros, sensuality, knowledge and practicum. If you’d like to contribute an original poem or something you found in the nook of an old book, as I did this piece, send it to me at modernlovemuse at yahoo dot com.
Soulfully yours, Tinamarie
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