Reflections On Kabir
Quite by chance
I find you in the tiniest house of time.
I had been seeking you in the church,
the temple, and the chanting kirtans.
I sought you in sex,
almost for a moment found you there
but that house burnt down
each time I entered it.
All the while, I not knowing,
not understanding
the nature of closeness.
The mind is so flooded
with the love of God
that it cannot behold that which is part of it.
Find the smallest room of time,
discover there
that which has always been you.
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