I.105. jo disai, so to hai nahin
THAT WHICH you see is not: and for that which is, you have no words.
Unless you see, your believe not: what is told you you cannot accept.
He who is discerning knows by the word; and the ignorant stands gaping.
Some contemplate the Formless, and others meditate on form: but the wise man knows that Brahma is beyond both.
That beauty of His is not seen of the eye: that metre of His is not heard of the ear.
Kabir says: 'He who has found both love and renunciation never descends to death.'

I.93. gagan math gaib nisan gade
THE HIDDEN Banner is planted in the temple of the sky; there the blue canopy decked with the moon and set with bright jewels is spread.
There the light of the sun and the moon is shining: still your mind to silence before that splendour.
Kabir says: 'He who has drunk of this nectar, wanders like one who is mad.'

YOUR WINDOW half opened and veil half raised you stand there waiting for the bangle-seller to come with his tinsel. You idly watch the heavy cart creak on in the dusty road, and the boat-mast crawling along the horizon across the far-off river.
The world to you is like an old woman's chant at her spinning-wheel, unmeaning rhymes crowded with random images.
But who knows if he is on his way this lazy sultry noon, the Stranger, carrying his basket of strange wares. He will pass by your door with his clear cry, and you shall fling open your window, cast off your veil, come out of the dusk of your dreams and meet your destiny.