The 14th century Kashmiri mystic, saint, poetess, and prophet has been known by many names through the centuries: Grandmother Darling, Lal Ded, Lalleswari, Yogin, Grandmother Womb, Mother of Bhakti, and affectionately, simply as Lalla. Her ancient tale is not unlike the stories of millions of girls today, of a twelve-year-old child bride forced into marriage and abused by her husband and his family. Lalla eventually freed herself and spent the rest of her remarkable life wandering and singing her poems in celebration of the Divine Love she found within.
Lal-DeD lived in Kashmir in the 14th century, where many streams were merging and influencing the surrounding cultures; Shaivism, Sufism, Vedantic non-dualism. There are no references about her until about 400 years after her death, and legends of her life were preserved in the oral tradition until the 1800’s. The word ‘Lalla’ means ‘darling’ in Kashmiri, a testimony to how deeply loved she has always been.
Born in Kashmir sometime around 14320 to a Brahman family, all was even from a young age a spiritual seeker. Married off at age 12 as was the custom, there are stories of her being treated cruelly, beaten, and practically starved, as a young wife living with her in-laws, though she never complained. She loved to spend time meditating at shrines and often stopped there as they went about their chores. One time it was said her husband was angry at her dawdling and struck the water jug she held on her head. The jug shattered, but the water remained in the shape of the jug above her head. This water became what would be known as “Lalla’s Lake” in Kashmir.
She eventually renounced her home and family, left at 26 and went to study with a great Tantric teacher. She began to follow unconventional expressions of devotion, wearing no clothing as a symbolic expression of the stripped down Truth of her heart. A story is told that one day, when wandering naked, some townspeople jeered. She asked the cloth seller for two pieces of cloth of equal weight which she put over each shoulder. When met with RESPECT or SCORN she would tie knots on one side or there other. At the end of the day she came back to the merchant and asked him to weigh the cloth. The scales swung in balance, of course, no matter how the cloths were knotted. PRAISE and BLAME have no substance or weight of their own.
Her verses, known as baths, are born from the heart. They are poems of awareness, of the knowing that there is no difference between the individual Self and the Universal Self; the purpose of human life is to realize this. She speaks of the Divine with many names: God, Goddess, Shiva Shakti, You, I, Lalla, That, or My Lord. Lalla’s words are full of feminine symbolism and sensual touches: Moons, lakes, nectar, waterfalls, a nursing child, making love in a jasmine garden. Her poems are a celebration of having merged with the Divine within, and the freedom experienced from that knowing.
700 years later, Lalla continues to live in the space in between ‘I am ‘ and ‘That,’ the mantra of the heart ~ So Hum. If you sit very quietly in stillness and listen carefully, perhaps you too can still hear her singing