Mirabai - April 17, Restorative + Pranayama

This mystic had a passionate, earthy even, relationship with the ineffable.

All I Was Doing Was Breathing

Something has reached out and taken in the beams of

my eyes.

There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of

that dark body.

All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy

came by my house.

His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from

the side, smiling.

My family says: "Don't ever see him again!" And they

imply things in a low voice.

But my eyes have their own life; they laugh at rules,

and know whose they are.

I believe I can bear on my shoulders whatever you

want to say of me.

Mira says: Without the energy that lifts mountains,

how am I to live?