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. 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 Kabîr a servant.
Where to next: AIR or WATER?
[Source: RT 16 (partial); 2.59. jânh, cet acet khambh dôû]
swing. The festival of Jhulan Yatra festival celebrates the swing enjoyed by Krishna and his lover Radha.
Here is the full poem:
XVI
II. 59. jânh, cet acet khambh dôû
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 Kabîr a servant.
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