"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 to 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.
Without the energy that lifts mountain s, how am I to live?"
- Mirabai (15th century)
Tutankamun and rose petals