\n <\/strong>translated by Robert Bly,
\n The Kabir Book<\/em> (Beacon Press)<\/p>\n
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The darkness of night is coming along fast,
\n and the shadows of love close in the body and the mind.
\n Open the window to the west, and disappear into the air inside you.<\/p>\n
Near your breastbone there is an open flower.
\n Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
\n Waves are coming in: there is so much magnificence near the ocean!
\n Listen: Sound of big seashells! Sounds of bells!<\/p>\n
Kabir says: Friend, listen, this is what I have to say:
\n the Guest I love is inside me!<\/p>\n
\u2013 Kabir \u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n It is time to put up a love-swing!\u00a0 Bring the water that falls from the clouds to your eyes, Bring your face up close to his ear, Kabir says: Listen to me, brother, bring the shape, \u2013 Kabir Here are three of my favoerite poems by Kabir. When my friend\u00a0is away from me, I am depressed; nothing in the daylight delights me, sleep at night gives no rest, who can I tell about this? The night is dark and long . . . hours go by . . . because I am alone, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1830","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem-of-the-week"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1830","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1830"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1830\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1847,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1830\/revisions\/1847"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1830"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1830"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/synergy-pt.net\/niablog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1830"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n <\/strong>translated by Robert Bly,
\n The Kabir Book<\/em> (Beacon Press)<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3079\/4563907922_9bf7d209cf_m.jpg\" "\\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3079\/4563907922_9bf7d209cf_m.jpg\\"")
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\n Tie the body and then tie the mind so that they
\n Swing between the arms of the Secret One you love,<\/p>\n
\n and cover yourself inside entirely with the shadow of night.<\/p>\n
\n and then talk only about what you want deeply to happen<\/p>\n
\n Face, and odor the Holy One inside you.<\/p>\n
\n <\/strong>translated by Robert Bly,
\n <\/span>The Kabir Book<\/span><\/em> (Beacon Press)<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2633\/4063160084_cb92af5716_m.jpg\" "\\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2633\/4063160084_cb92af5716_m.jpg\\"")
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