The soul, like the moon,
is now, and always new again.
And I have seen the ocean
continuously creating.
Since I scoured my mind
and my body, I too, Lalla,
am new, each moment new.
My teacher told me one thing,
live in the soul.
When that was so,
I began to go naked,
and dance.
—Translated by Coleman Barks
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Kening’s notes
a most beautiful poem on the transience and eternity of the soul — and how that awareness can be so freeing