Slowly slowly O mind, everything in own pace happens
Gardener may water with a hundred pots, fruit arrives only in its season.
Source: Dohas of Kabir
Slowly slowly O mind, everything in own pace happens
Gardener may water with a hundred pots, fruit arrives only in its season.
Source: Dohas of Kabir
Kabir, this is the abode of love
Not the house of an aunt
Only that one can enter here
Who has relinquished all pride.
Source: Dohas of Kabir
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