Thought of the Day - Akkha Mahadevi

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)