ONCE AGAIN I wake up when the night has waned, when the world opens all its petals once more, and this is an endless wonder. Vast islands have sunk in the abyss unnamed, stars have been beggared of the last flicker of their light, countless epochs have lost all their ladings. World-conquerors have vanished into the shadow of a name behind dim legends, great nations raised their towers of triumph as a mere offering to the unappeasable hunger of the dust. Among this dissolving crowd of the discarded my forehead receives the consecration of light, and this is an endless wonder. I stand for another day with the Himalayas, with constellations of stars. I am here where in the surging sea-waves the infuriate dance of the Terrible is rhythmed with his boisterous laughter. The centuries on which have flashed up and foundered kingly crowns like bubbles have left their signature on the bark of this aged tree, where I am allowed to sit under its ancient shade for one more day, and this is an endless wonder.
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.'
