While thinking about all the set backs in the Covid-19 surges, the abrupt necessity to pull back on re-opening measures and return to closures and lockdowns, a phrase kept running through my mind..."What I said to the wanting creature...." but I could not recall anything further. Then I realized, of course it was haunting me because of my sense of the collective fear, disappointment and frustration at the setbacks...the intensity of "wanting" to move forward, "wanting' to be free of the seriousness and responsibility involved in everyday life with the pandemic, "wanting" to return to normal, "wanting" a care-free summer. So I turned to the hint my memory was offering and a quick search found the poem. Of course, it was Kabir, translated by Robert Bly:
Here is a link with Kabir's point of view: