Saturday, January 29, 2011

He is the only adorable one to me:
I have none other.
My tongue has left off impure words,
it sings His glory day and night:
Whether I rise or sit down,
I can never forget Him;
for the rhythm of His music
beats in my ears.

-- Kabir
(in The Essential Mystics,
edited by Andrew Harvey)

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