Archive for February, 2014

  • To know how to reborn into a new life at every moment is the secret of eternal youth.
  • There is an old age much more dangerous and much more real than the amassing of years: the incapacity to grow and progress.
  • Above all, one must be convinced of a limitless possibility of progress.
  • … Avoid wasting your energies in useless agitation. Whatever you do, do it in a quiet and composed poise. In peace and silence is the greatest strength.
  • Consecrate your life to the realization of something higher and broader than yourself and you will never feel the weight of the passing years.
  • The moment one is satisfied and no longer aspires, one begins to die. Life is movement, it is effort, it is a march forward, the scaling of a mountain, the climb towards new revelations, towards future realizations.
  • Each new dawn brings the possibility of a new progress. We move forward without haste, for we are sure of the future.
  •  Expect nothing from death. Life is your salvation.
    • It is in life that you must transform yourself. It is upon earth that you progress and it is upon earth that you realize. It is in the body that you win the Victory.

The Yogi’s Solitary by Kabir

Posted: February 13, 2014 in Poetry

The yogi’s solitary

He doesn’t go on pilgrimages
Or to religious fairs
Or attend congregations
He doesn’t keep fasts
He doesn’t have a travel bag
Or utensils to cook in
Or a plate to eat from
He doesn’t carry a purse
He doesn’t rub
His body with ash

He doesn’t have an alms bowl
But ever goes hungry
At night
After his wanderings
He returns to his house
And sleeps in the courtyard

You can’t meet him
Says Kabir
He’s left the country
We’re citizens of
And he’s not coming back

Bag of Tricks by Kabir

Posted: February 13, 2014 in Poetry

Yogi man, this one’s for you.

The ones who clambered
onto boats
Drowned n mid-river.
Those who boarded no vessel
Went safely across.

The one who took
The treacherous road
Reached the city.
Those who took the highway
Got robbed.

It’s the same rope
Ties us all,
Though some appear bound
Hand and foot
And others free.

The ones who were wounded
By arrows rejoiced.
The ones who escaped
Ended up on the couch.

The blind
Had perfect vision.
Those that saw
Saw nothing at all.

Now, says Kabir,
I see the world. What a bag
of tricks it is!

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Hear the Silence by Kabir

Posted: February 9, 2014 in Poetry

Except that it robs you of who you are,
What can you say about speech?
Inconceivable to live without
And impossible to live with,
Speech diminishes you.
Speak with a wise man, there’ll be
Much to learn; speak with a fool,
All you get is prattle.
Strike a half-empty pot, and it’ll make
A loud sound; strike one that is full,
Says Kabir, and hear the silence.

Bad Company by Kabir

Posted: February 9, 2014 in Poetry

Think twice before you keep
The bad company
Of someone like me.

The bitter neem that keeps
The bad company
Of a sandalwood tree
Begins to smell like sandalwood.

The piece of iron that keeps
The bad company
Of the philosopher’s stone
Turns into gold.

Waters that drain
Into the Ganges
Become the Ganges

And those who keep
The bad company
Of Rama, says Kabir,
End up

A bit like Rama.

Beware the Snares by Kabir

Posted: February 9, 2014 in Poetry

The wild bull elephant
Approaches the female
Decoyed to trap him.
He spends the rest of his days
Under the mahout’s prod.

The monkey thrusts
His arm into the narrow-necked
Pot filled with rice.
Cap on head,
Bells on ankles, he dances
At the end of a string.

The parrot alights
On a split bamboo pole
And ends up in a pet shop.

Beware the snares, says Kabir.
If the ship of Rama comes calling,
Board it at once.

Twelve Years Were by Kabir

Posted: February 9, 2014 in Poetry

Twelve years were
To childhood lost;
Twenty to youth;
Middle age took care of
All the rest.
It’s too late
To have regrets.

You built a dike,
But the stream had dried up;
You enclosed the field,
But there was no crop to save;
You ran out with the snaffle
But already the horse thief
Had gotten away.

Bedridden with a stroke,
You make a rattling sound
And wish to make amends.
You’ll leave this world, says Kabir,
Pickled clean.

Lying Beside You by Kabir

Posted: February 9, 2014 in Poetry

Lying beside you,
I’m waiting to be kissed.
But your face is turned
And you’re fast asleep.

Though a buzz saw on my neck
Would sound sweeter than your snoring,
I’ll put my arms around you
And whisper in your ear:

I have one husband: you.
You have one wife: me.
Who’s there to come between us?
Beware, says Kabir,

Of the man you love.
He can be a tricky customer.

If We’re Still Strangers by Kabir

Posted: February 9, 2014 in Poetry

If we’re still strangers
To each other, who’s

To blame? Did I
Blunder or did you

Never know
What a heart desired?

One could go on.
Enough, my lord.

Invite me over, says Kabir,
Or come over yourself.