Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
From a quiet, high place within me, a sweetness begins to trickle down — like the finest nectar gathering drop by drop. I hold still and let it collect, and my whole being becomes ready to receive it.
This one says a quiet sweetness rises inside when you grow still.
Kabir uses the picture of a still. A still is a pot over a bhaathee, a furnace, where a sweet drink is made drop by drop. The sweetness trickles down from gagan, the "sky" of the inner world. Yogis spoke of it as the tenth gate, a high, quiet place inside.
You do not need to picture any of that exactly. Hear it simply as a sweetness rising from a quiet place deep within.
Think of honey dripping slowly from a spoon. You cannot rush it. You wait, and it fills the jar.
This is the joy of being fully soaked in the One, gathered with patience.
What sweetness or calm have you felt rise up when you got truly still and quiet?
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