Poems from Kashmiri mystic Lalla Ded.

Neither You nor I, neither object nor meditation,
just the All-Creator, lost in His dreams.
Some don’t get it, but those who do
are carried away on the wave of Him.

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  1. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Lord! I’ve never known who I really am, or You.
    I threw my love away on this lousy carcass
    and never figured it out: You’re me, I’m You.
    All I ever did was doubt: Who am I? Who are You?

  2. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    What the books taught me, I’ve practised.
    What they didn’t teach me, I’ve taught myself.
    I’ve gone into the forest and wrestled with the lion.
    I didn’t get this far by teaching one thing and
    doing another.

  3. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Gently, gently I weep for you, my soul.
    You’ve lost your heart to Mr Illusion.
    You’ve forgotten who you are. And this iron anchor,
    not even its shadow will remain behind when the time comes.

  4. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    I wore myself out, looking for myself.
    No one could have worked harder to break the code.
    I lost myself in myself and found a wine cellar. Nectar, I tell you.
    There were jars and jars of the good stuff, and no one to drink it.

  5. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Wrapped up in Yourself, You hid from me.
    All day I looked for You
    and when I found You hiding inside me,
    I ran wild, playing now me, now You

  6. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Charge your bellows with breath
    like the blacksmith taught you.
    That’s how you turn your iron to gold.
    You still have time, go look for the Friend.

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      She’s also known as Lalleshwari, yes? Great stuff. Apparently she also overlaps with another (or apposite) culture by being regarded as a Sufi saint in some locales in Kashmir, which is how I heard of her. For instance , “the Friend” is also a Sufi appellation for God. But you also clearly see Kashmir Shaivism (overlapping with teachings of Vedanta and Tantra) here. A great find, but few to appreciate it.

      • 4 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        She's a Shaivite in a time where hindus and muslims had a lot of cross cultural acceptance.
        Sufis and Yogis would engage in a lot of dialogue.

  7. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    You’ve got six and I’ve got six.
    Now tell me, Blue-Throated One, what’s the difference?
    Or don’t. I know. You keep your six on a leash and
    my six have strung me along

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

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      I haven't watched it yet, guess I'll do it now.

      >six what

  8. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    When day is snuffed out, the night glows.
    The earth swells to touch the sky.
    The new moon swallows the demon of eclipse.
    The Lord is worshipped best when thought lights up the Self.

  9. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Don’t flail about like a man wearing a blindfold.
    Believe me, He’s inside you.
    Come in and see for yourself.
    You’ll stop hunting for Him all over.

  10. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    You won’t find the Truth
    by crossing your legs and holding your breath.
    Daydreams won’t take you through the gateway of release.
    You can stir as much salt as you like in water,
    it won’t become the sea.

  11. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    When the dirt was wiped away from my mind’s mirror,
    people knew me for a lover of God.
    When I saw Him there, so close to me,
    He was All, I was nothing.

  12. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    As the moonlight faded, I called out to the madwoman,
    eased her pain with the love of God.
    ‘It’s Lalla, it’s Lalla,’ I cried, waking up the Loved One.
    I mixed with Him and drowned in a crystal lake.

  13. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    I didn’t believe in it for a moment
    but I gulped down the wine of my own voice.
    And then I wrestled with the darkness inside me,
    knocked it down, clawed at it, ripped it to shreds.

  14. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    My mind boomed with the sound of Aum,
    my body was a burning coal.
    Six roads brought me to a seventh,
    that’s how Lalla reached the Field of Light.

  15. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    My Guru, Supreme Lord,
    tell me the secret:
    when both rise from the sun beneath the navel,
    why does the short breath, coming out, cool,
    and the long breath, coming out, burn?
    The sun beneath the navel was made to burn.
    When the breath, rising there, flows through the throat,
    it comes out long and burns.
    But when it meets the moon river flowing from the crown,
    It comes out short and cools.

  16. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    A thousand times at least I asked my Guru
    to give Nothingness a name.
    Then I gave up. What name can you give
    to the source from which all names have sprung?

  17. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Whatever my hands did was worship,
    whatever my tongue shaped was prayer.
    That was God's secret teaching:
    I wore it and it became my skin.

  18. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    He laughs when you laugh, sneezes in your sleep,
    yawns for you, coughs for you.
    He bathes every day in the river of your thoughts.
    He’s naked, all year round, and walks where you walk.
    Just go up and introduce yourself.

  19. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    When the scriptures melt away, the prayers remain.
    When the prayers melt away, the mind remains.
    When the mind melts away, what’s left?
    A void mingles with the Void.

  20. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Kill desire, focus on the true nature of things.
    Snap out of your daydreams,
    there’s rarest wisdom to be found right here.
    A void mingles with the Void

  21. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    I’ve bridled my mind-horse, reined him in,
    struggled to tie my ten breath-streams together.
    That’s how the moon melted and rained nectar on me
    A void mingles with the Void!

  22. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Kill those ghouls, Lust, Anger and Greed,
    before they can aim their arrows at your heart.
    Armour yourself in thought, shield yourself with silence,
    you’ll soon see what they’re really made of,
    Kill those pirates: Greed, Lust and Pride.
    You’d be doing us all a great service.
    And then you’ll figure out how to reach the True Lord
    and you’ll see that the world is made of ash.

  23. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    To the holy man, the whole wide world ripples into Nothingness:
    it splashes like water on the water of Infinity.
    When that Void melts, Perfection remains.
    Hey priest-man, that’s the only lesson you need!

  24. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Some run away from home, some escape the hermitage.
    No orchard bears fruit for the barren mind.
    Day and night, count the rosary of your breath,
    and stay put wherever you are.

  25. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Don’t waste your wisdom on a fool
    or your sugar on an ass.
    Don’t plant seeds in the river’s sand
    or pour oil on bran cakes kept for the cow.

    I can scatter the battalions of southern clouds,
    dry the ocean, play physician
    to the most lingering fever and cure it.
    But I can’t knock sense into a fool.

  26. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Hermit or householder:same difference.
    If you’ve dissolved your desires in the river of time,
    you willsee that the Lord is everywhere and is perfect.
    As you know, so shall you be.

  27. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Word or thought, normal or Absolute, they mean nothing here.
    Even the mudrās of silence won’t get you entry.
    We’re beyond even Shiva and Shakti here.
    This Beyond that’s beyond all we can name, that’s your lesson!

  28. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Up, woman! Go make your offering.
    Take wine, meat and a cake fit for the gods.
    If you know the password to the Supreme Place,
    you can reach wisdom by breaking the rules.

    Fatten the five elements like they were rams meant for the sacrifice.
    Feed them the grain of mind-light, and cakes fit for the gods.
    Then kill them. But don’t rush.
    You need the password to the Supreme Place
    to reach wisdom by breaking the rules.

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