XXVII
JOY ABOUNDING.
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Readings — Kabir's Poems (Tagore) :LXXXII
Kabir ponders and says: "He who has neither caste nor country, who is formless and without quality, fills all space. "The Creator brought into being the Game of Joy : and from the word Om the Creation sprang.
The earth is His joy ; His joy is the sky ; His joy is the flashing of the sun and the moon ; His joy is the beginning, the middle and the end ; His joy is eyes, darkness and light.
Oceans and waves are His joy : His joy the Saraswati, the Jumna and the Ganges.
The Guru is One : and life and death, union and separation, are all His plays of joy ! His play the land and water, the whole universe ! His play the earth and sky ! In play is the Creation spread out, in play it is established. The whole world, says Kabir, rests in His play, yet still the Player remains unknown.
