Untitled by Kabir
To what shore would you cross, O my heart? there is no traveller
before you, there is no road:
Where is the movement, where is the rest, on that shore?
There is, no water; no boat, no boatman, is there;
There is not so much as a rope to tow the boat, nor a man to draw it.
No earth, no sky, no time, no thing, is there : no shore, no ford!
There, there is neither body nor mind: and where is the place that
shall still the thirst of the soul? You shall find naught in that
Be strong, and enter into your own body: for there your foothold is
firm. Consider it well, O my heart! go not elsewhere.
Kabir says: “Put all imaginations away, and stand fast in that which you are.”