“Inside this clay jug there are canyons and pine mountains,

and the maker of pine mountains!

All seven oceans are inside, and hundreds of millions of stars.

The acid that tests gold is there, and the one who judges jewels.

And the music from the strings that no one touches, and the

source of all water 

If you want the truth, I will tell youthe truth:

Friend, listen:  the God whom I (you) love is inside.”

  

Bly, R.  (1971).  The Kabir book:  Forty-four of the ecstatic poems of Kabir.  Beacon: Boston 

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