The Monsoon from the Unseen realm is rising,
The cloud of love has burst on me.
Frogs, peacocks and cuckoos are calling
The Koel is singing a song.
There are no clouds, no lightening here
And yet it is thundering;
In your navel-lotus is a deep pool
Rivers from the Unseen are flowing....
Kabir’s poetic vision links us to nature. Entering into his poetry, we begin to dream a world where the human and the rest of creation are at one. The outer reality flows into an inner landscape, and an inner eye gazes on the beauty of the world around us. As Kabir said:
There is a drop in the ocean, this everyone knows
There is an ocean in every drop; this is not known to all.