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.
I.13. mo ko kahan dhunro bande O SERVANT, where dost thou seek Me? Lo! I am beside thee. I am neither in temple nor in mosque: I am neither in Kaaba nor in Kailash: Neither am I in rites and ceremonies, nor in Yoga and renunciation. If thou art a true seeker, thou shalt at once see Me: thou shalt meet Me in a moment of time. Kabir says, 'O Sadhu! God is the breath of all breath.'