Though he has no formby Muktabai
English version by Willis Barnstone
Though he has no form
my eyes saw him,
his glory is fire in my mind
his secret inner form
invented by the soul.
beyond the mind
has no boundary.
In it our senses end.
Mukta says: Words cannot hold him
yet in him all words are.
|-- from The Shambhala Anthology of Women's Spiritual Poetry, Edited by Aliki Barnstone|
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