Martin Braun Poet Free verse

The Path of Kabir

Now that you are on the Path of Kabir, what truths will you find?  

Where spring, the lord of 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 with hands folded,

Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads, where millions of Brahmas are reading the Vedas,

Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation, where millions of Indras dwell in the sky,

Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, where millions of Saraswatis, goddess of music play the vina,

There is my Lord self-revealed, and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps.

—?Kabir, II.57, Translated by Rabindranath Tagore

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Panagiota Romios March 17, 2020 at 5:54 PM AWESOME Panagiota xx Martin Braun March 17, 2020 at 6:01 PM It's pretty deep... "there the unstruck music sounds of itself" If you want to expand your poetic, and world knowledge you might enjoy following this lead. There is history and insight to be had from Kabir Das, a 15th-century Indian mystic poet and saint. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kabir