Looking At The Grinding Stones - Dohas (Couplets) I
Looking at the grinding stones, Kabir laments
In the duel of wheels, nothing stays intact.
searching for the wicked, met not a single one
When searched myself, 'I' found the wicked one
Tomorrows work do today, today's work anon
if the moment is lost, when will the work be done
Speak such words, sans ego's ploy
Body remains composed, giving the listener joy
Slowly slowly O mind, everything in own pace happens
Gardner may water a hundred buckets, fruit arrives only in its season
Give so much O God, suffice to envelop my clan
Are You Looking For Me?
Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine
rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding
around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but
When you really look for me, you will see me