Category Archives: Kabir

1440 – 1518, India.

The Spiritual Athlete Often Changes The Color Of His Clothes – Kabir

The spiritual athlete often changes the color of his clothes, and his mind remains gray and loveless. He sits inside a shrine room all day, so that the Guest has to go outdoors and praise the rocks. Or he drills … Continue reading

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I Talk To My Inner Lover, And I Say, Why Such Rush? – Kabir

I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush? We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and the ants— perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in … Continue reading

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The Bhakti Path – Kabir 

The bhakti path winds in a delicate way.  On this path there is no asking and no not asking.  The ego simply disappears the moment you touch  him.  The joy of looking for him is so immense that you  just … Continue reading

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The Bride Soul – Kabir 

When will that day dawn, Mother;  When the One I took birth for  Holds me to His heart with deathless love?  I long for the bliss of divine union.  I long to lose my body, mind, and soul  And become … Continue reading

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The Moon Shines In My Body – Kabir 

The moon shines in my body,  but my blind eyes cannot see it:  The moon is within me,  and so is the sun.  The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me;  but my deaf ears cannot hear it.  So … Continue reading

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The Self Forgets Itself – Kabir 

The self forgets itself  as a frantic dog in a glass temple  barks himself to death;  as a lion, seeing a form in the well,  leaps on the image;  as a rutting elephant sticks his tusk  in a crystal boulder.  … Continue reading

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Where Spring, The Lord Of The Seasons – Kabir

Where Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth,  there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself,  There the streams of light flow in all directions;  Few are the men who can cross to that shore!  There, where millions of Krishnas stand … Continue reading

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