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O How May I Ever Express That Secret Word? – Kabir

O How may I ever express that secret word? O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that? If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed: If I say that … Continue reading

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Friend, Hope For The Guest While You Are Alive – Kabir

Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive. Jump into experience while you are alive! Think… and think… while you are alive. What you call ‘salvation’ belongs to the time before death. If you don’t break your ropes while … Continue reading

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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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Lamps Burn In Every House – Kabir

Lamps burn in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them. One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will fall from you. There is nothing to say or … Continue reading

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The Time Before Death – Kabir

Friend? hope for the Guest while you are alive. Jump into experience while you are alive! Think… and think… while you are alive. What you call ‘salvation’ belongs to the time before death. If you don’t break your ropes while … Continue reading

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Are You Looking For Me? – Kabir

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours. you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals: not in masses, nor kirtans, … Continue reading

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