(Bob Dylan in When he returns)
a soul its quick and few bendable
perhaps a king
not to hold snow
not to hold flowers”
(J. Hirshfield in A chair in snow)
“All things are created by the Om;
The love-form is His body.
He is without form, without quality, without decay:
Seek thou union with Him!”
(R. Tagore in Songs of Kabir no. 26)
“What’s the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.”
(H.D. Thoreau in What’s the railroad to me?)