Shall I flail with words, when love has made the space inside me full of
I know the diamond is wrapped in this cloth, so why should I open it all
the time and look?
When the pan was empty, it flew up; now that it's full, why bother weighing
The swan has flown to the mountain lake!
Why bother with ditches and holes any more?
The Holy One lives inside you -
Why open other eyes at all?
Kabir will tell you the truth: Listen, brother!
The Guest who makes my eyes so bright
Has made love to me.
I laugh when I hear the fish in the water is thirsty.
You don't grasp the fact that what is most alive of all is inside your own
And so you walk from one holy city to the next with a confused look!
Kabir will tell you the truth: Go wherever you like, to Calcutta or Tibet;
If you can't find where your soul is hidden, for you the world will never
Experiencing nothing shut the iron gates;
The new love opens them.
The sound of the gates opening wakes the
Beautiful woman asleep.
Kabir says: Fantastic! Don't let a chance like
this go by!
Between the conscious and the unconscious, the mind has put up a swing;
All earth creatures, even the supernovas, sway between these two trees,
And it never winds down.
Angels, animals, humans, insects by the million, also the wheeling sun and
Ages go by, and it goes on.
Everything is swinging: heaven, earth, water, fire, and the Secret One
slowly growing a body.
Kabir caught one glimpse of that; it made him a
servant for life.
My inside, listen to me, the greatest spirit, the Teacher, is near.
Wake up, wake up!
Run to his feet -
he is standing close to your head right now.
You have slept for millions and millions of years.
Why not wake up this morning?
There is a flag no one sees blowing in the sky-temple.
A blue cloth has been stretched up, it is decorated
With the moon and many jewels.
The sun and the moon can be seen in that place;
When looking at that, bring your mind down to silence.
I will tell you the truth:
The man who has drunk from that liquid wanders around
Like someone insane.
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, & 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,
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 petals fall.
The musk is inside the deer, but the deer does not
look for it;
it wanders around looking for grass.