Kabir Poems - Poems about Kabir

The world grows weary reading scripture's tomes but a leaf of love enlightens us. —Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch No medicine rivals Love: one drop transforms you whole being to pure gold. —Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch Without looking into our hearts, how can we find Paradise? —Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch They called the doctor to investigate...

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When he was a young boy in India Kabir loved to read neath his favorite tree… only pausing to watch the clouds… some times he’d read in silence…other times…aloud. One day while reading he noticed…out of the corner of his eye a young elephant, about his age, innocently strolling by. As Kabir began to read aloud the young elephant’s ears...

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Quite by chance I find you in the tiniest house of time. I had been seeking you in the church, the temple, and the chanting kirtans. I sought you in sex, almost for a moment found you there but that house burnt down each time I entered it. All the while, I not knowing, not understanding the nature of closeness. The mind is so flooded with the...

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K-een A-uthor B-rilliantly I-nspires R-eaders Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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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...

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We study our language when we are just born. First, we touch and hear, taste and smell, and then we see. We put a name on it. And we repeat it back by sound, motion, and symbols. Some words we cannot really translate, like the words in the greeting "Hummel, Hummel; Mors, Mors." The people of...

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What are mental aberrations when in a deep state of meditation by focusing on rejecting all thoughts and senses, and allowing the body to exist autonomously? To call them visions is to purely describe the minimalistic tangible visual evidence of the experience without regard to meaning and other sensual possibilities. In Genesis 40 of the...

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In divine school there is a boy who does blare The horn of indiscipline all over the school bare Met me very day when I furiously did glare; Felt though sad and bad, moved a bit with prayer I intended to sing for him to change without spare. Kabir is that boy who was found on hostel stair - Roaming and...

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