To What shore Would You Cross Oh My Heart
There is no traveller before you there is no road,
Where is the movement, where is the rest on that shore,
There is no water, no boat, no boatman is there.
There is not so much as a rope to tow the boat
nor a man to draw it.
No earth, no sky, no time, no thing is there.
No shore. No ford.
There is neither body nor mind,
Where is the place that will still the thirst of the soul.
You shall find naught in that empitness.
Be strong and enter into your own body,
for there your foothold is firm.
Consider it well oh my heart.
Go not elsewhere.
Kabir says: put all imaginations away
and enter into That which you Are.
from Songs of Kabir
14th Century Ecstatic Poet
(translation by Rabindranath Tagore)