Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
**Gh** — the One lives inside every single heart. Not one is left out.
And even when a body wears out and its little clay pitcher breaks, the One inside it never breaks, never shrinks, never diminishes at all. So once you find the path to the One right there in your own heart, why would you ever wander off looking down some rough, roundabout road for it? You've already found the way home.
The letter Ghagha and ghat (the heart, the body-vessel). Ghat ghat nimsai so-ee — the One dwells in each and every heart, a favorite Kabir refrain of radical equality: the same One in everyone, high or low, of any faith. The ghat (clay pitcher) is a gentle image for the body: even when it “bursts,” what it held is untouched — a way of pointing past the fear of the body's ending toward what does not end. And the close is pure Kabir logic: having found the direct path within, why abandon it (so ghat chhaad) for some avaghat, a hard and needless detour? The nearest way is inward.
If something you were searching for turned out to be right inside you all along, how would that change your searching?
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