(On her decision to stop wearing clothes)

Coins in the hand
Can be stolen,
But who can rob this body
Of its own treasure.

The last thread of clothing
Can be stripped away,
But who can peel off Emptiness,
That nakedness covering all?

Fools, while I dress
In the Jasmine Lord’s morning light,
I cannot be shamed—
What would you have me hide under silk
And the glimmer of Jewels?

Mahadeviyakka
She was married to a local ruler in her teens and ran away to travel alone. Her only true lover was Shiva the White Jasmine Lord.