When it comes to poetry writing, Kabir
is a poet who truly deserves a special mention. He was a great mystic
poet, whose poetry touched many hearts. Kabir's poetry had the knack to
raise the conscience level of people and make them walk on the path of
spirituality. Read further and check out a few Kabir poems.
Poems by Kabir
I have been thinking...
I have been thinking of the difference between water
and the waves on it. Rising,
water's still water, falling back,
it is water, will you give me a hint
how to tell them apart?
Because someone has made up the word
"wave," do I have to distinguish it from water?
There is a Secret One inside us;
the planets in all the galaxies
pass through his hands like beads.
That is a string of beads one should look at with luminous eyes.
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.
instantly --.
you will find me in the tiniest house of time. .
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? .
He is the breath inside the breath. .
There's a moon in my body....
There's a moon in my body, but I can't see it! .
A moon and a sun. .
A drum never touched by hands, beating, and I can't hear it! .
As long as a human being worries about when he will die, .
and what he has that is his, .
all of his works are zero. .
When affection for the I-creature and what it owns is dead, .
then the work of the Teacher is over. .
The purpose of labor is to learn; .
when you know it, the labor is over. .
The apple blossom exists to create fruit; when that.
comes, the petal falls. .
The musk is inside the deer, but the deer does not.
look for it: .
It wanders around looking for grass. .
My body and my mind....
My body and my mind are in depression because.
You are not with me. .
How much I love you and want you in my house! .
When I hear people describe me as your bride I look .
sideways ashamed, .
because I know that far inside us we have never met. .
Then what is this love of mine? .
I don't really care about food, I don't really care about .
sleep, .
I am restless indoors and outdoors. .
The bride wants her lover as much as a thirsty man .
wants water. .
And how will I find someone who will take a message .
to the Guest from me? .
How restless Kabir is all the time! .
How much he wants to see the Guest! .
The bhakti path....
The bhakti path winds in a delicate way. .
On this path there is no asking and no not asking. .
The ego simply disappears the moment you touch.
him. .
The joy of looking for him is so immense that you.
just dive in, .
and coast around like a fish in the water. .
If anyone needs a head, the lover leaps up to offer .
his. .
Kabir's poems touch on the secrets of this bhakti. .
