BETWEEN the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing: <br />Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway. <br />Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there: <br />Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on. <br />All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form: <br />And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.<br /><br />Kabir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-the-poles-of-the-conscious/
