II. 59. janh cet acet khambh dou BETWEEN THE poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing: Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway. Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there: Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on. All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form: And the sight of this has made Kabir a servant.
WHEN MY first early songs woke in my heart I thought they were the playmates of the morning flowers. When they shook their wings and flew into the wilderness it seemed to me that they had the spirit of the summer which comes down with a sudden thunder roar to spend its all in laughter. I thought that they had the mad call of the storm to rush and lose their way beyond the sunset land. But now when in the evening light I see the blue line of the shore, I know my songs are the boat that has brought me to the harbour across the wild sea.