Between The Poles Of The Conscious

BETWEEN the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing:
Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway.
Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there:
Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.
All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form:
And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.

by Kabir

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SEEING IS BELIEVING. WE MUST GO AND SEE FOR OURSELVES. I LOVE KABIR'S POEMS