Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.
If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water,
I would have asked to be born a fish in this life.
If we could reach Him through nothing but berries and wild nuts
then surely the saints would have been monkeys when they came from the womb!
If we could reach him by munching lettuce and dry leaves
then the goats would surely get to the Holy One before us!
If the worship of stone statues could bring us all the way,
I would have adored a granite mountain years ago.
"If the worship of stone statues could bring us all the way, I would have adored a granite mountain years ago."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blessed Mirabai...Listen. if i could fold our space through time~ and meet your face with mine to re-spin our celestial gates~ and find a common fate.