I searched for my Self
by LallaEnglish version by Coleman Barks
Original Language Kashmiri
I searched for my Self
until I grew weary,
but no one, I know now,
reaches the hidden knowledge
by means of effort.
Then, absorbed in Thou art This,
I found the place of Wine.
There all the jars are filled,
but no one is left to drink.
-- from Women in Praise of the Sacred: 43 Centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women, Edited by Jane Hirshfield |
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