You are sitting in a wagon being
drawn by a horse whose
reigns you
hold.
There are two inside of you
who can steer.
Though most never hand the reins to Me
so they go from place to place the
best they can, though
rarely happy.
And rarely does their whole body laugh
feeling God's poke
in the
ribs.
If you feel tired, dear,
my should is soft,
I'd be glad to
steer a
while.
KABIR
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