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Saints and Poets
In a movement whose whole achievement was making religious speech plain enough for a washerman, he wrote riddles on purpose.
A tree without roots, he writes, bore a fruit without a seed. A man without a mouth ate it. There was no one to see it. Look, Guheshvara.
That is a vachana, and it is typical of him.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.