Lost for words .
Sometimes there are no words.
Sometimes it needs someone else to provide them. Sometimes all we have is our tears.
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 ask to be born a fish
in this life
If we could reach him through nothing
but berries and wild nuts
then surely 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 get 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 ."
With many thanks to Lawrence Edwards PhD who is the Founder and Director of AnamCaraMeditation.
He has kindly given me permission to quote this poem from his website.
Its original source is Women in Praise of the Sacred. 43 centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women.
ed.Jane Hirschfield.