Treasure Island

Kabir

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

I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?


I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit 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 eveything you do has some weird
failure in it.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2012

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