Treasure Island

Kabir

(1440 - 1518 / Pratapgar, Uttar Pradesh, India)

How Humble Is God


God is the tree in the forests that
allows itself to die and will not defend itself in front of those
with the ax, not wanting to cause them
shame.

And God is the earth that will allow itself to
be deformed by man's tools, but He cries; yes, God cries,
but only in front of His closest ones.

And a beautiful animal is being beaten to death,
but nothing can make God break His silence
to the masses
and say,

"Stop, please stop, why are you doing this
to Me? "

How humble is God?
Kabir wept
when I
knew.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, May 02, 2012

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From: Love Poems from God: by Daniel Ladinsky.

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