Treasure Island

Kabir

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

The bhakti path


The bhakti path winds in a delicate way.
On this path there is no asking and no not asking.
The ego simply disappears the moment you touch
him.
The joy of looking for him is so immense that you
just dive in,
and coast around like a fish in the water.
If anyone needs a head, the lover leaps up to offer
his.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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