Mirabai

(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

All I Was Doing Was Breathing - Poem by Mirabai

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Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes.
There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that dark body.
All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by my house.
His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side, smiling.
My family says: 'Don't ever see him again!' And they imply things in a low voice.
But my eyes have their own life; they laugh at rules, and know whose they are.
I believe I can bear on my shoulders whatever you want to say of me.
Mira says: Without the energy that lifts mountains, how am I to live?


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  • Gold Star - 26,799 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/16/2014 10:03:00 AM)

    The devotion and surrender to the god and Bahajans for meditation by MiraBai is beyond comments and respects in such feeling. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 26,799 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/16/2014 10:03:00 AM)

    The devotion and surrender to the god and Bahajans for meditation by MiraBai is beyond comments and respects in such feeling. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 26,799 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/16/2014 10:03:00 AM)

    The devotion and surrender to the god and Bahajans for meditation by MiraBai is beyond comments and respects in such feeling. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012



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