Kabir: Where else have you heard a Sound like this?

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 farthest 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 [Sat] in it.

 Where else have you heard a sound like this?

— Kabir


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