Like a silkworm weaving her house with love from her marrow,
and dying in her body's threads winding tight, round and round,
I burn desiring what the heart desires.
Cut through, O Lord, my heart's greed, and show me your way out,
O Lord white as jasmine
Akkha Mahadevi
(Source: Show Me Your way out, a poem by Akkha Mahadevi)
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