Saturday, September 4, 2010

The flute of the Infinite is played without ceasing,
and its sound is love:
When love renounces all limits,
it reaches truth.
How widely the fragrance spreads!
It has no end, nothing stands in its way.
The form of this melody is bright like a million suns:
incomparably sounds the vina,
the vina of the notes of truth.

-- Kabir
(in Songs of Kabir,
translated by Rabindranath Tagore
and Evelyn Underhill)

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