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 in it’s sway. Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses 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.
From: The Tagore Reader: Rabanadrath Tagore
Kabir’s Poems XVI1159 Janh, cet acet khanbh dou IN GRATITUDE.
