Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Weaver

Says Kabir:
Lord, I weave the cloth of Thy Name
The fruitless toil
Of weaving for the world
Has come to an end;
I have attained
The dazzling state of bliss —
Free from fear, free from pain,
I am the weaver, O Lord, of Thy Name;
I weave and reap the profit
Of inner rapport with Thee.
I am the weaver of the Lord’s Name.

1 comment:

  1. Trevor this is an amazing poem! It has such a wonderful meaning. Thank you for sharing it.