माटी कहे कुम्हार से, तु क्या रौंदे मोय । एक दिन ऐसा आएगा, मैं रौंदूगी तोय ॥
Sooner or later, every last echo fades. Even the loudest thunder in the deepest valley. Everything is in constant flux, constantly changing.The Power is fleeting too. The mind intoxicated by power often forgets that the hunter of today may become hunted tomorrow.
"Kabir says, O'potmaker says the clay, you knead me with your bare feet. Some day however you will find yourself buried under me, for all are from the dust, and to dust all return."
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