The plums tastedsweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-but what manners!
To chew into each!
She was ungainly,low-caste, ill mannered and dirty,but the god took thefruit she'd been sucking.
Why?
She'd knew how to love.
She might not distinquishsplendor from filthbut she'd tasted the nectar of passion.
Might not know any Veda,but a chariot swept her away-now she frolics in heaven, esctatically boundto her god.
The Lord of Fallen Fools, says Mira,will save anyonewho can practice rapture like that-I myself in a previous birthwas a cowherding girlat Gokul.
