Just as the leaf of the water rhubarb lives floating on the water,
we live as the great one and little one.
As the owl opens his eyes all night to the moon,
we live as the great one and little one.
This love between us goes back to the first humans;
it cannot be annihilated.
Here is Kabir's idea: as the river gives itself into the ocean,
what is inside me moves inside you.
(trans Robert Bly)
Source: Kabir: Ecstatic Poems
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