Kabir - I sing the glory of forms

There is a strange tree which stands without roots
and bears fruits without blossoming;
it has no branches and no leaves,
it is lotus all over.
 
Two birds sing there; one is the guru,
and the other the disciple:
the disciple chooses the
manifold fruits of life
and tastes them,
and the guru beholds him in joy
 
What Kabir says is hard to understand:
the bird is beyond seeking.
yet it is most clearly visible.
 
The formless is in the midst of all forms.
I sing the glory of forms.

Kabir-From The Path of love