When things seem to fall apart, when I think all hope is lost, just when am about to indulge in self-pity, two of the many lessons from Saint Kabir have helped wipe away the mist:
“Bura jo dekhan mein chala, bura naa miliya koye
Jo mann khoja aapna, mujhse bura naa koye”
I went looking for that which is bad, but never managed to find one. When I searched my heart, I found there wasn’t a soul as bad as me!
“Dheere dheere re manaa, dheere sab kuch hoye
Mali seenche so ghada, ritu aaye, phal hoye”
The essence of this couplet is that things fructify only when the time comes. A gardener watering his plants with a hundred buckets of water does not speed up the result.
What keeps you grounded?