Between the conscious and the unconscious, the
mind has put up a swing:
all creatures, even the supernovas, sway
between these two trees,
and it never winds down.
Angels, animals, humans, insects by the millions, also
the wheeling sun and moon;
ages go by, and it goes on.
Everything is swinging: heaven, eath, water, fire,
and the secret one slowly growing a body.
Kabir saw that for fifteen seconds, and it made him a
servant for life.