This is my fifth post in the Tagore/Kabir series.
To be blind to all but X To be exfoliated of X The retributive was X Whence the unknown is X Where the X itself is not X
Here’s Tagore channeling Kabir
II. 37. angadhiyâ devâ O Lord Increate, who will serve Thee? Every votary offers his worship to the God of his own creation: each day he receives service— None seek Him, the Perfect: Brahma, the Indivisible Lord. They believe in ten Avatars; but no Avatar can be the Infinite Spirit, for he suffers the results of his deeds: The Supreme One must be other than this. The Yogi, the Sanyasi, the Ascetics, are disputing one with another: Kabîr says, "O brother! he who has seen that radiance of love, he is saved."
Let’s count the ways
Let's count the ways the dead ravine Speaks; let's Dine with hampsters and speak ill of Their fathers; Let's see what's in store for the red Pillage of my Ink tying throbknots with yours; let's Turn this eye And go blind.