Kabir

(1440 - 1518 / Pratapgar, Uttar Pradesh, India)

Kabir Poems

1. Many Hoped 5/2/2012
2. The Impossible Pass 5/2/2012
3. The Dropp And The Sea 5/2/2012
4. The Spiritual Athlete Often Changes The Color Of His Clothes 5/2/2012
5. Plucking Your Eyebrows 5/2/2012
6. Knowing Nothing Shuts The Iron Gates 5/2/2012
7. The Self Forgets Itself 5/2/2012
8. The Word 5/2/2012
9. When I Found The Boundless Knowledge 5/2/2012
10. My Body Is Flooded 5/2/2012
11. Within This Earthen Vessel 5/2/2012
12. My Body And My Mind 5/2/2012
13. The Lord Is In Me 5/2/2012
14. I'Ve Burned My Own House Down 5/2/2012
15. My Swan, Let Us Fly 5/2/2012
16. O Slave, Liberate Yourself 5/2/2012
17. The Moon Shines In My Body 5/2/2012
18. The Bride-Soul 5/2/2012
19. The Guest Is Inside You, And Also Inside Me 5/2/2012
20. To Be A Slave Of Intensity 5/2/2012
21. It Is Needless To Ask Of A Saint 5/2/2012
22. To Thee Thou Hast Drawn My Love 5/2/2012
23. O Servant Where Dost Thou Seek Me 5/2/2012
24. When The Day Came 5/2/2012
25. Oh Friend, I Love You, Think This Over 5/2/2012
26. Lift The Veil 5/2/2012
27. What Kind Of God? 5/2/2012
28. I Won’t Come 5/2/2012
29. His Death In Benares 5/2/2012
30. He's That Rascally Kind Of Yogi 5/2/2012
31. I Have Attained The Eternal Bliss 5/2/2012
32. I Talk To My Inner Lover, And I Say, Why Such Rush? 5/2/2012
33. Chewing Slowly 5/2/2012
34. O Friend 5/2/2012
35. How Do You 5/2/2012
36. Hope For Him 5/2/2012
37. Hang Up The Swing Of Love Today! 5/2/2012
38. How Humble Is God 5/2/2012
39. The Middle Region Of The Sky 3/30/2010
40. O Lord Increate, Who Will Serve Thee? 3/30/2010
Best Poem of Kabir

Abode Of The Beloved

Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.

In that Place There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,
No Truth or Untruth
Neither Sin Nor Virtue.
There Is No Day or Night, No Moon or Sun,
There Is Radiance Without Light.

There Is No Knowledge or Meditation
No Repetition of Mantra or Austerities,
Neither Speech Coming From Vedas or Books.
Doing, Not-Doing, Holding, Leaving
All These Are All Lost Too In This Place.

No Home, No Homeless, Neither Outside or Inside,
Micro and Macrocosm Are Non-Existent.
Five ...

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Are You Looking For Me?

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, not in legs winding
around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but
vegetables.

When you really look for me, you will see me

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