Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Playing with Lalla G:102/103. Way

I, Lalla, wished only to be a natural lovely cotton flower 
but the cleaning woman split me and the carding man shred me 
and the spinner then conditioned me to fine thin thread upon its wheel—
and lastly I was stretched upon the weaver's loom 
and woven into finished useful worldly cloth.

Only when the washing one turns me over stone,
and scrubs me with hard earth and soap,
and the tailor works its scissors on me, piece by piece, 
am I, Lalla, open to the way of that supreme truth.

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