then faster, faster; centrifugal force
will throw him out of kilter, off the dance floor,
if a single thought
takes the balance of his mind..
then, faster – faster – the centre grows stiller, stronger;
while the mind strengthens its own emptiness,
the emptiness that is so full of surrender;
into that great space enters
what the one at the centre of all things
wills;
the blessing,
not to know that, until one knows..
nought can be owned and nought possessed,in mind nor heart; our parents, partners, kith and kinare but changing shadow puppets inthe self-constructed drama of our life –and this the humbling truth, which in our mind we knowyet in our heart, wish that it were not so;loving the flight of free and graceful birdsyet wishing all…
For what would solitude bethat had no greatness? There isbut one solitude, and that is great,and not easy to bear,and to almost everybody come hourswhen they would gladly erxchange it for any sort of intercourse,however banal and cheap; with the first comer,with the unworthiest…but perhaps those are the very hourswhen solitude grows, forits growing is…
why, it’s none other than Kabir!reading a book entitled The Poems of Kabir;he’s smiling, laughing, waving his hands –how can he be enjoying himself so much?The manuscript doesn’t tell you this;only Kabir can tell you, in that other place..of all the poems, he only recognises twoas poems that he wrote himself..but here’s Kabir’s delight today:many…
Where would that path then lead the human race?And what new thoughts would fill our mind and heart?Evolution would then rule three worlds:As Spirit’s cause, and Mind, and world of Form;would then be seen in Beauty, Goodness, Truth;no longer mere Survival’s tooth and claw,but Lord of evolution of our minds;of spirit, too, in seeking its…
pray mark it with a songwho died defendingthe arguably rightfrom the army of thearguably wrong.
