Ecstatic poem

What made Kabir a servant
Between the conscious and the unconscious, the mind has put up a
swing;
all earth creatures, even the supernovas, sway between these two trees,
and it never winds down.
Angels, animals, humans, insects by the million, also the wheeling sun
and moon;
ages go by, and it goes on.
Everything is swinging: heaven, earth, water, fire,
and the secret one slowly growing a body.
Kabir saw that for fifteen seconds, and it made him a servant for life.

(translation by Robert Bly)

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