THE FLUTE OF INTERIOR TIME
– Kabir –
The flute of interior time is played whether we hear it or not,
What we mean by “love” is its sound coming in.
When love hits the furthest edge of excess, it reaches a wisdom.
And the fragrance of that knowledge!
It penetrates our thick bodies,
it goes through walls –
Its network of notes has a structure as if a million suns were arranged inside.
This tune has truth in it.
Where else have you heard a sound like this?
Translated by Robert Bly
Photo by Saubhagya Gandharv on Unsplash
