Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My mind is my measuring-stick and my words are my scissors —
and with them I measure and cut away my fear of the end.
Naam Dayv, a cloth-worker by trade, turns the tools of his craft into a picture of the spiritual life — just as Kabir the weaver did. My mind is the yardstick, my tongue the scissors — the very instruments of his daily work become instruments of devotion, with which he measures and cuts away the noose of death (his fear of the end). It's a lovely example of how the sacred can be found right inside your ordinary work. Naam Dayv didn't have to leave his trade to be holy; he made his loom and cloth and scissors into a way of loving the One. For a child, it's a beautiful truth: whatever ordinary work or activity fills your days can become a way of connecting to what's good — you don't need special holy tools, just a heart turned the right way.
How could something you do every day become a way of connecting to what's good?
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