From Kabir’s mystic songs

I do not know what manner of God is mine.
The Mullah cries aloud to Him: and why? Is your Lord deaf?
The subtle anklets that ring on the feet of an insect when it moves are heard of Him.
Tell your beads, paint your forehead with the mark of your God, and wear matted locks
long and showy: [...]

Read Full Post »

It is all one

Whatever we do,
whether we sing,
write, dance, plant,
slice vegetables,
bake, cook,
it is all one.
There is no need
to kneel on a
carpet, no need
to enter a church
or temple.
It is all one.
But it needs
to be lived
fully and
completely.
– St. Nieves

Read Full Post »