Thursday, December 27, 2012

The Revolution 
by Kabir

There is nothing but water in the holy pools,
I know, I have been swimming in them.
All the gods sculpted of wood and ivory can't say a word.
I know, I have been crying out to them.
The Sacred Books of the East and West are nothing but words.
How do I know? I looked through their covers one day- sideways.

What Kabir talks about
is only what he has lived through.
If you have not lived through something, it is not true.

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