February 25, 2012 by Terri At the end of a crazy-moon night the love of God rose. I said, "It's me Lalla." The Beloved woke. We became That, and the lake is crystal-clear. Lal Ded, 14th century At the Lake by Terri Stewart Share this:ShareEmail
This is a lovely poem. I went and read the story of Lal Ded and could truly find her an inspiration too. February 26, 2012 at 5:08 am Log in to Reply
We see so very clearly, in such purity and joy, when we commune directly with the Creator, one-to-one! February 27, 2012 at 11:08 am Log in to Reply
This is a lovely poem. I went and read the story of Lal Ded and could truly find her an inspiration too.
Such a beautiful image and words.
We see so very clearly, in such purity and joy, when we commune directly with the Creator, one-to-one!