MY THOUGHTS shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time.
III. 2. jo khoda masjid vasat hai IF GOD BE within the mosque, then to whom does this world belong? If Ram be within the image which you find upon your pilgrimage, then who is there to know what happens without? Hari is in the East: Allah is in the West. Look within your heart, for there you will find both Karim and Ram; All the men and women of the world are His living forms. Kabir is the child of Allah and of Ram: He is my Guru, He is my Pir.
THE DUMB earth looks into my face and spreads her arms about me. At night the fingers of the stars touch my dreams. They know my former name. Their whispers remind me of the music of a long silent lullaby. They bring to my mind the smile of a face seen in the gleam of the first daybreak. There is love in each speck of earth and joy in the spread-of the sky. I care not if I become dust, for the dust is touched by his feet. I care not if I become a flower, for the flower he takes up in his hand. He is in the sea, on the shore; he is with the ship that carries all. Whatever I am I am blessed and blessed is this earth of dear dust.
