THIS CLAY JUG
by Kabir
"Inside this clay jug there are canyons
and pine mountains,
and the maker of canyons and pine mountains!
All seven oceans are inside,
and hundreds of millions of stars.
The acid that tests gold is there,
and the one who judges jewels.
And the music from the strings
that no one touches,
and the source of all water.
If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth:
Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside."
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Initially shared the above with a friend, for full context it was originally found here a month or two ago in the comments section for a book:
"The 15th century Indian poet and mystic - Kabir - writes of what is in all of us, what is in you, Fred Worth ---- unrealized through no fault of your own, but there as potential. Here is Kabir's great poem, "This Clay Jug." We are these "clay jugs."
by Kabir
"Inside this clay jug there are canyons
and pine mountains,
and the maker of canyons and pine mountains!
All seven oceans are inside,
and hundreds of millions of stars.
The acid that tests gold is there,
and the one who judges jewels.
And the music from the strings
that no one touches,
and the source of all water.
If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth:
Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside."
...
Initially shared the above with a friend, for full context it was originally found here a month or two ago in the comments section for a book:
"The 15th century Indian poet and mystic - Kabir - writes of what is in all of us, what is in you, Fred Worth ---- unrealized through no fault of your own, but there as potential. Here is Kabir's great poem, "This Clay Jug." We are these "clay jugs."
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