Between the pillars of spirit and matter the mind has put up a swing. There swings the bound soul and all the worlds with not even the slightest rest. The sun and moon also swing, and there is no end to it. The soul swings through millions of births like the endless circling of the sun and moon. Billions of ages have passed with no sigh of relief The earth and sky swing, Wind and water swing, Taking a body, God Himself swings. Kabir, the servant of God, has seen it all.

(Kabir)