Honouring KABIR

"The flute of  the Infinite is played
without ceasing, and its sound is love;
When love renounces all limits, 
it reaches truth.
How widely the fragrance spreads!
It has no end, nothing stands in its way.
The form of this melody is bright 
like a million suns;
incomparably sounds the veena,
the veena of the notes of truth.'

Kabir (born around 1440)

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