Your way of knowing is a private herb garden.
Enclose it with a hedge of meditation,
and self-discipline, and helpfulness to others.
Then everything you've done before
will be brought as a sacrifice
to the mother goddess.
And each day, as you eat the herbs,
the garden grows more bare and empty.
~ Lalla
translation by Coleman Barks
from The Soul is here for its own Joy, Sacred Poems from Many Cultures
edited by Robert Bly
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