"Refuge in you, Dark One, you alone know how to save me. A girl possessed, I shamble through the sixty-eight places of pilgrimage but haven't the wit to know failure. Hear my cry, O Murari - nothing on earth looks like it's "mine". Mira gave you her trust, now it's your move. Spring her from this noose we call "world." " ~From "For the Love of the Dark One - Songs of Mirabai", trans. Schelling.