She knew where to look.

A poem to God from Mirabai, an Indian princess from the 1500s:

Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.
My strength, my crown,
I am empty of virtues,
You, the ocean of them.
My heart's music, you help me
In my world-crossing.
You protected the king of the elephants.
You dissolve the fear of the terrified.

Where can I go? Save my honour
For I have dedicated myself to you
And now there is no one else for me.

And one more line that spoke to me. Straight to the heart, with a bullet.

Deign to sever, O Master.
All the knots in her heart."

I have a lot of knots that need untangling, er...or severing. Yeah, that's the more awesome option.

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