Sunday, April 21, 2013

Kabir

There’s a moon in my body, but I can’t see it! 
A moon and a sun. 
A drum never touched by hands, beating,
and I can’t hear it.

As long as a human being worries about when he will die, 
and what he has that is his, 
all of his works are zero. 

When affection for the I-creature and what it owns is dead, 
then the work of the Teacher is over. 

The purpose of labor is to learn; 
when you know it, the labor is over. 

The apple blossom exists to create fruit; 
when that comes, the petal falls. 

The musk is inside the deer, 
but the deer does not look for it: 

It wanders around looking for grass. 

~ Kabir


2 comments:

Kathleen said...

Thank you.

jeronimus said...

Hi Kathleen. Thanks for stopping by. Hope you are feeling much better.