FAR AS I GAZE at the depth of Thy immensity I find no trace there of sorrow or death or separation. Death assumes its aspect of terror and sorrow its pain only when, away from Thee, I turn my face towards my own dark self. Thou All Perfect, everything abides at Thy feet for all time. The fear of loss only clings to me with its ceaseless grief, but the shame of my penury and my life's burden vanish in a moment when I feel Thy presence in the centre of my being.
I.75. samajh dekh man mit piyarwa O FRIEND, dear heart of mine, think well! If you love indeed, then why do you sleep? If you have found Him, then give yourself utterly, and take Him to you. Why do you lose Him again and again? If the deep sleep of rest has come to your eyes, why waste your time making the bed and arranging the pillows? Kabir says: 'I tell you the ways of love! Even though the head itself must be given, why should you weep over it?'
