Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The two shaky posts of a divided mind — the ones that made me pulled-in-two directions — have come down. The heavy beam of clinging to things fell with them.
The roof I built out of always-wanting-more caved in, and the cracked jar of muddled thinking finally broke. And I am not sad to see any of it go.
Kabir extends the storm image into a whole collapsing hut: duchitay (double-mindedness) as two pillars, moh (attachment) as the beam, trisnaa (endless craving) as the thatch, durmat (confused thinking) as a clay pitcher. Every part of the false shelter comes apart at once. The tone is relief, not loss — the structures that fall were the very things causing suffering.
Have you ever felt pulled in two directions at once? What helped you feel whole again?
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