Here is a beautiful poem by Kabir a 15th century Indian mystic and poet. I find the poem so eloquently expresses much that I have learnt over the past few years. Whenever I feel restless, in the grip of the world’s haste to achieve and do, I read it again. It reminds me that it is more than enough to simply be:
‘I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?
There are no travellers on the river-road, there is no road.
Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or nesting?
There is no river at all, no boat, no boatman.
There is no tow rope, there’s no one to pull it
There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford!
And there is no body, and no mind!
Do you believe there is some place that will make the soul less thirsty?
In that great absence you will find nothing
Be strong, then, and enter into your own body;
There, you have a solid place for your feet.
Consider it well,
Go not elsewhere!
Kabir says this: Throw off all thoughts of imaginary things,
And stand firm in that which you are.’