I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?
There are no travellers on the river-road, there is no road.
Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or nesting?
There is no river at all, no boat, no boatman.
There is no tow rope, there’s no one to pull it.
There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford!
And there is no body, and no mind!
Do you believe there is some place that will make the soul less thirsty?
In that great absence you will find nothing.
Be strong then, and enter into your own body;
There, you have a solid place for your feet.
Consider it well,
Go not elsewhere!
Kabir says this: Throw off all thoughts of imaginary things,
And stand firm in that which you are.
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The Kabir Book: Forty Four of the Ecstatic Poems of Kabir, translation by Robert Bly. Beacon Press, Boston, 1993.
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