Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Churn the One in your heart the way you patiently churn cream into butter.
Keep at it steadily, gently — so the rich butter forms and none of the goodness is lost.
The Pause gives Kabir's beautiful, homely image — one every family knew: churn the churn of the Lord — make butter. To turn cream into butter you don't do anything clever; you just churn, steadily and patiently, over and over, until the butter forms. And you must churn steadily — too rough or too impatient, and the butter is lost. This is Kabir's picture of remembering the One: not a dramatic feat, but the patient, steady, daily turning of the heart toward the One, repeated gently until something rich and real gathers. The deepest thing isn't seized in a flash of brilliance; it's churned, slowly, by a faithful heart. Anyone can do it — you just have to keep steadily at it.
What good thing in your life came from patient, steady practice rather than one big burst?
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