(further to yesterday’s post)
My inside, listen to me, the greatest spirit,
the Teacher, is near,
wake up, wake up!
Run to his feet —
he is standing close to your head right now.
You have slept for millions and millions of years.
Why not wake up this morning?
By Kabir, a fifteenth-century son of a Muslem weaver in Benares whose spiritual growth was influenced by Sufi poets and the ideas of the Hindus. source: Bly, R. (1977). The Kabir book: forty-four of the ecstatic poems of Kabir. Beacon Press, p. 13. image credit: “Waking Sleep” by Saskia Ozols Eubanks, oil on canvas, 60 x 27, at http://www.sorengallery.com.