Breath inside the breath
said Kabira, and
You are my dear
I am searching You
Here, there
There, here.
I, the fool
I, the innocent
Present, absent
Absent, present
In the fixed light
That is within me.
Still I am confusing
With real, unreal
With heaven with hell
I know, though everything
Is in me always
And You are playing hide and sick
With me and with all.