The ineffable tale of that final simple state: it’s utterly different. It can’t be weighed on a scale, can’t be whittled down. It doesn’t feel heavy and doesn’t feel light. It has no rain, no sea, no sun or shade. It doesn’t contain creation or destruction. No life, no death exist in it, no grief, no joy. Both solitude and blissful union are absent from it. It has no up or down, no high or low. It doesn’t contain either night or day. There’s no water, no air, no fire that flares up again and again. The True Master permeates everything there. The Eternal One remains unmoving, imperceptible, unknowable. You can attain Him with the Guru’s grace. Kabir says, sacrifice yourself to the Guru, and remain ensconced in the true community.

Kabir: The Weaver’s Song tr. Vinay Dharwadker