Here are two poems by Akka Mahadevi, the mystic from Karnataka, India.  For more about her, see this earlier post.  The second poem implies the very typical sort of conversation a young woman might have with her mother, especially in India, about possible marriage partners, and makes clear Mahadevi’s rejection of social conventions; her husband is ‘Chenna Mallikarjuna’, the Lord White as Jasmine, an epithet for Shiva.

You’re like milk
In water: I cannot tell
What comes before,
What after;
Which is the master,
Which is the slave;
What’s big.
What’s small.

O lord white as jasmine
If an ant should love you
And praise you.
Will he not grow
To demon powers?

* * *

I have fallen in love, O mother with the
Beautiful One, who knows no death,
knows no decay and has no form;

I have fallen in love, O mother with the
Beautiful One, who has no middle, has
no end, has no parts and has no features;

I have fallen in love, O mother with the
Beautiful One, who knows no birth and
knows no fear.

I have fallen in love, O mother with the
Beautiful One, who is without any family,
without any country and without any peer;
Chenna Mallikarjuna, the Beautiful, is my husband.
Fling into the fire the husbands who are subject
to death and decay.