O Lord, White As Jasmine
You're like milk
In water: I cannot tell
What comes before,
What after;
Which is the master,
Which is the slave;
What's big.
What's small.
O lord white as jasmine
If an ant should love you
And praise you.
Will he not grow
To demon powers?
You're like milk
In water: I cannot tell
What comes before,
What after;
Which is the master,
Which is the slave;
What's big.
What's small.
O lord white as jasmine
If an ant should love you
And praise you.
Will he not grow
To demon powers?
(akka mahadevi' s poem)
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