by Colin Oliver

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(After Kabir)

Kabir says: I will tell you
     the secret of love.
The weaver does not weave it,
     nor is it grown in the fields,
     yet love is for sale in the market.
Go there now: king or beggar,
     anyone can afford it,
     your money stays in your pocket.
What do you exchange for love?
Kabir says: lose no time,
     cut off your head
     and take love in return.

-- from Stepping Into Brilliant Air, by Colin Oliver

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The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology) Stepping Into Brilliant Air Nothing But This Moment