Last week we read some poems by Kabir during the meditation.
Kabir was a fifteenth century Indian poet and mystic. One of India’s great poets. His songs and poems are sung in the streets and concert halls all over India. He lived in Benares. He was of muslim birth, but had a famous Hindu guru.Ramananda. He was a simple family man and weaver craftsman. When he died there is a legend that says his muslim disciples wanted to bury him, and his hindu disciples wanted to cremate the body. They had a heated argument and when they tried to find the body it had turned into a pile of flowers, half of which was taken each side.
HIs philosophy is in the tradition of Christian mystics and Sufi’s like Rumi – man’s proper quest is to find that One Reality who has “spread the form of love throughout all the world. This is the duty and joy of every soul.”
Here are some of the poems we read out…
Oh Servant, where do you seek me?
for I am beside you
I am neither in temple nor in mosque:
I am neither in Kaaba nor in Kailash:
Neither am I in rites and ceremonies
nor in Yoga and renunciation.
If you are a true seeker, You shall at once see Me: You shall
meet me in a moment of time.
Kabir says ” oh seeker, God is the breath of all breaths,
the wind of all winds.”
Do not go into the garden of flowers!
oh Friend, go not there;
In your body is the garden of flowers.
Take your seat on the thousand petals
of the lotus*, and there gaze on the
*(those who have been coming to classes will know that the thousand petalled lotus is the seventh chakra of Sahasrara – where yoga takes place)
The moon shines in my body, but
my blind eyes cannot see it:
the moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The un-struck drum of eternity is sounded within me:
but my deaf ears cannot hear it
So long as man clamours for the I and Mine, his works are nothing
when all love of the I and the mine is finished
.then the work of the lord is done.
This work has no other aim than the getting of true knowledge.
For the flower blooms and then becomes the fruit.