You are watching.Our world seems fresh
To your eyes,every day is new.There are flowers,gardens,dust,death
Spans of people pointing to significance.Clay pots carrying water
Temples for worshiping.Streets for observing.You are in this world(not of it
Now those lines of praise and song of heightened understanding start to flow
You seize upon epiphanies like Ganges water flow
trusting in the steps of those who walked these paths before you
aware that all life opens like a map when your eyes are open
closes like a flower when Light has gone.All paths migration
All steps a song.Kabir is here best when your life is his
choices made in voices singing in flesh/of praise for life
is more than Ganges and immersion in mysteries-
a garden you pass through,perfumed or dust boned
Everywhere (to Kabir)is home.
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