I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush? We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and the ants-- perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your mother's womb. Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now? The truth is you turned away yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone. Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten what you once knew, and that's why everything you do has some weird failure in it.
From Kabir translated by Robert Bly. Copyright © 2004 by Robert Bly. Reprinted by permission of the translator and Beacon Press. All rights reserved.