Title: Percussive Bliss.
What comes out of the drum? Music!
And there is a dance no hands or feet dance.
No fingers play it, no ears hear it,
Because the Enlightened One is the ear, and the one listening too.
The great doors remain closed,
But the spring fragrance is inside anyway,
And no one sees what takes place there.
Men and women who have escaped from
The gross part of their brain will understand
This poem.
—Kabir (16th century poet)
- © 2016 by American Journal of Neuroradiology
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