MY HEART sings at the wonder of my place in this world of light and life; at the feel in my pulse of the rhythm of creation cadenced by the swing of the endless time. I feel the tenderness of the grass in my forest walk, the wayside flowers startle me: that the gifts of the infinite are strewn in the dust wakens my song in wonder. I have seen, have heard, have lived; in the depth of the known have felt the truth that exceeds all knowledge which fills my heart with wonder and I sing.
II.77. maddh akas ap jahan baithe THE MIDDLE region of the sky, wherein the spirit dwelleth, is radiant with the music of light; There, where the pure and white music blossoms, my Lord takes His delight. In the wondrous effulgence of each hair of His body, the brightness of millions of suns and of moons is lost. On that shore there is a city, where the rain of nectar pours and pours, and never ceases. Kabir says: 'Come, O Dharmadas! and see my great Lord's Durbar.'
