78 (comrade of the road)

COMRADE OF the road,

Here are my traveller's greetings to thee.

0 Lord of my broken heart, of leave taking and loss, of the grey silence of the dayfall,

My greetings of the ruined house to thee!

0 Light of the new-born morning,

Sun of the everlasting day,

My greetings of the undying hope to thee

My guide,

I am a wayfarer of an endless road,

My greetings of a wanderer to thee.

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I THOUGHT that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power,-that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

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I.97. sadho, ko hai kanh se ayo
WHO ARE YOU, and whence do you come?
Where dwells that Supreme Spirit, and how does He have His sport with all created things?
The fire is in the wood; but who awakens it suddenly? Then it turns to ashes, and where goes the force of the fire?
The true guru teaches that He has neither limit nor infinitude.
Kabir says: 'Brahma suits His language to the understanding of His hearer.'

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'WHO DRIVES me forward like fate?'
'The Myself striding on my back.'