Kabir says “When I received the invitation to go home, I cried for I knew that there was no sweetness like truth-speaking even in heaven.” Something like that.
Beautiful -- both the poetry and your thoughts about it.
thank you
Sitting here at Philos.
No one is here, except for the baristas.
Listening to you tell me a story about a 600 year old poet whose words were such fire he never had to write them down.
They spilled from his lips like lava from an exploding volcano.
His words still speak to us, deep in our hearts.
True
Beautiful -- both the poetry and your thoughts about it.
thank you
Sitting here at Philos.
No one is here, except for the baristas.
Listening to you tell me a story about a 600 year old poet whose words were such fire he never had to write them down.
They spilled from his lips like lava from an exploding volcano.
His words still speak to us, deep in our hearts.
True