Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Kabir - The flute of interior time



 The flute of interior time is played whether we hear
it or not.
What we mean by “love” is its sound coming in.
When love hits the farthest edge of excess, it reaches
a wisdom.
And the fragrance of that knowledge!
It penetrates our thick bodies,
it goes through walls-
Its network of notes has a structure as if a million
suns were
arranged inside.
This tune has truth in it.
Where else have you heard a sound like that?


 

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