Wednesday, October 03, 2018
"Kabir"––poem by Dorothy
Kabir
The mystery of words
is this: they convey the power,
even when you do not
understand the meanings.
Some talk about the
unstruck note,
the music of the untouched
flute,
the unsaid declaration
of love.
And then they give up
and they go dancing about
the house,
ankle bracelets
tinkling,
throat making
a sound of joy.
Kabir, my dear one,
I know you,
we have met
in a secret place.
Dorothy Walters
November 9, 2014
