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Untitled [I talk to my inner lover]

Kabir
I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such 
   rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves
   birds and animals and the ants--
perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in
   your mother's womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely
   orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
   what you once knew,
and that's why everything you do has some weird
   failure in it.

From Kabir translated by Robert Bly. Copyright © 2004 by Robert Bly. Reprinted by permission of the translator and Beacon Press. All rights reserved.

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