Kabir - The Swing
Between the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, There has the mind made a swing: Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, And that swing never ceases its sway. Millions of beings are there: The sun and the moon in their courses are there: Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on. All swing! The sky and the earth and the air and the water; And The Supreme taking form: And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant. The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn... Sign in to see full entry.