Lalla

Selected Writings of Lalla


Playfully, you hid from me.
All day I looked.

Then I discovered
I was you,

and the celebration
of That began.

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When my mind was cleansed of impurities, like a mirror of its dust and dirt,
I recognized the Self in me:
When I saw Him dwelling in me,
I realized that He was the Everything and I was nothing.

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I didn't trust it for a moment,
but I drank it anyway,
the wine of my own poetry.

It gave me the daring to take hold
of the darkness and tear it down
and cut it into little pieces.