I keep weeping for you, my soul,
good sir, gently trying to let you
see the nature of what you love.
Not even the shadow
of an iron anchor
will last from here.
Remember the truth
that you are.
- Lalla
14th Century North Indian mystic
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From "Naked Song"
Versions by Coleman Barks
Maypop 1992
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