“Human presence is a creative and turbulent sacrament, a visible sign of invisible grace”. John O'Donohue

Thursday, 23 August 2012

The Swing

Between the posts of "conscious" and "unconscious"
The mind has strung a swing:
On it hang all beings, all worlds
And it never stops swaying.

Millions of beings sit on it
And the sun and moon also.
Millions of eras come and go
But the swing remains.

Everything swings!
Sky and earth, air and water
And the Beloved Himself
As He comes into form -

Seeing this
Has made Kabir a servant.


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