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

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