The Heart of the Matter
September 13, 2008
KABIR: I Talk to My Inner Lover


I talk to my inner lover
and I say, why such rush?
We sense that there is
some sort of spirt that
loves birds and animals and the ants --
perhaps the same one who gave
a radiance to you
in your mother's womb.

Is it logical you would be
walking around entirely orphaned now?

The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others,
and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that's why everything you do
has some weird failure in it.

Kabir: Ecstatic Poems, Robert Bly

Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at September 13, 2008 01:07 AM

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