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KABIR’S POEMS
Where millions of Saraswatis, Goddess of Music, play on the vina—
There is my Lord self-revealed : and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps.
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II. 59. jānh cet acet khambh dōū
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 :
