(HT: The Daily Dish)
all this time
the sun never says to the earth,
“You owe me.”
with a love like that–
it lights the whole
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.
You don’t grasp the fact that what is most alive of all is inside your own house;
and so you walk from one holy city to the next with a confused look!
Kabir will tell you the truth: go wherever you like, to Calcutta or Tibet;
if you can’t find where your soul is hidden, for you the world will never be real.
— Kabir, Ecstatic Poems