Poem – Between The Poles Of The Conscious – Kabir

BETWEEN the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing: Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway. 

Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there: 

Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on. 

All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form: 

And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.