nothing pouring into Nothingness...

With passionate practices
I held the reins secure on my mind
and made the breath one column.

Then the new moon's clear
nectar descended into me,
nothing pouring into Nothing.



- Lalla
14th Century North Indian mystic

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From "Naked Song"
Versions by Coleman Barks
Maypop 1992