To what shore would you cross, O 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, there is neither body nor mind: and where is the place that shall still the thirst of the soul? You shall find naught in that emptiness.
Be strong, and enter into your own body: for there your foothold is firm. Consider it well, O my heart! go not elsewhere,
Kabîr says: "Put all imaginations away, and stand fast in that which you are."
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Comments1I really enjoyed this poem I stumbled upon today. The line "There, there is neither body nor mind: and where is the place that shall still the thirst of the soul?" particularly resonated with me. It made me think about the endless search for purpose and fulfillment in life. The poem seems to remind us that seeking external validation only leads to emptiness, and the only way to find true peace and understanding is by looking inward and embracing our own potential and strength. A beautiful message, and a wonderful reminder to stay true to ourselves.