Well, it's hard to move from what
we were talking about with Vietnam,
back into courses that is about the inward life.
Because Vietnam is about the outward life.
But let me read you one more poem of Kabir then.
He was a 14th century cobbler.
Uneducated, one of the greatest religious poets the world
has ever seen.
But Rabindranath Tagore translated some of them
years ago, and I've adapted some of these translations.
This is a poem, as Buddhism talks about-- that there
isn't any difference in the end, between the soul and the body.
Because the soul of the body is spirit, and the soul
itself is part of the body.
So actually, you are nothing but a fire.
And the point is to make that fire come alive.
Student, do the simple purification.
You know that the seed is inside the chestnut tree.
And that inside the seeds, there are also the chestnut blossoms.
And the chestnut, and the shade.
So inside the body there is the seed, and inside that seed
there is the body again.
Fire, air, earth, water, and space.
If you do not want the secret one,
you cannot have these either.
Thinkers, listen.
Tell me what do you know of that is not in the soul.
A pitcher full of water is set down on the water.
It is water inside and water outside.
We must not give it a name, lest silly people start talking
again of the body and the soul.
I will tell you the truth.
Listen to the secret name, the truth, which is you.
The secret one counts the secret name to himself.
And he is the one who has made it all.