I FILLED MY tray with whatever I had, and gave it to you. What shall I bring to your feet tomorrow, I wonder. I am like the tree that, at the end of the flowering summer, gazes at the sky with its lifted branches bare of their blossoms. But in all my past offerings is there not a single flower made fadeless by the eternity of tears? Will you remember it and thank me with your eyes when I stand before you with empty hands at the leave-taking of my summer days?
I.13. mo ko kahan dhunro bande O SERVANT, where dost thou seek Me? Lo! I am beside thee. I am neither in temple nor in mosque: I am neither in Kaaba nor in Kailash: Neither am I in rites and ceremonies, nor in Yoga and renunciation. If thou art a true seeker, thou shalt at once see Me: thou shalt meet Me in a moment of time. Kabir says, 'O Sadhu! God is the breath of all breath.'