KABIR, A Universal Saint

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KABIR, A UNIVERSAL SAINT AND POET-MYSTIC

 

Kabir was a great medieval mystic who lived in northern India. Kabir

is everyone's Saint:

 

founder of Sant Mat (the Path of the Masters) as a major

worldwide spiritual movement with million's of followers;

 

Master of Shabda Yoga (inner Light and Sound meditation

practice);

 

musician and poet of Bhakti (love and devotion for the One God:

the Beloved Lord);

 

a great teacher of eastern mysticism/gnosis;

 

peace maker; a social reformer who denounced the caste

system;

 

was greatly influenced by Goraknath and the Nath Yogis;

 

may have had a Sufi Master for a living teacher;

 

considered by many to be a Sufi;

 

considered by Hindus to be one of India's greatest poet-mystics

and a Vaishnava;

 

considered a Bhagat by the Sikhs -- many of his hymns are

included in the Adi Granth (Guru Granth Sahib, the Sikh bible);

 

some Christian missionaries at first thought Kabir might have

been a Christian mystic due to his use of the mystic term "Word" or

"Shabda," which reminded them of the Gospel of John, chapter one: "In the

beginning was the Word."

 

For Kabir, God, called "Allah" in the west and "Hari" in the east, the

One Supreme Being can be experienced directly in a rapturous state of Love

and Bliss, Visions -- Rivers of Light, and Heavenly Music (Shabda) more

beautiful than any music of this world.

 

In the Music of the Spheres,

 

James

 

 

O servant, where dost thou

seek Me?

Lo! I am beside thee.

I am neither in temple nor in mosque:

I am neither in Kaaba nor in

Kailash:

Neither am I in rites and ceremonies,

nor in Yoga and renunciation.

If thou art a true seeker, thou shalt at

once see Me: thou shalt meet Me

in a moment of time.

Kabir says, "O Sadhu! God is the

breath of all breath."

 

 

The Lord is in me, the Lord is in

you, as life is in every seed. O

servant! put false pride away, and

seek for Him within you.

A million suns are ablaze with Light,

The sea of blue spreads in the Sky,

The fever of life is stilled, and all stains

are washed away; when I sit in

the midst of that World.

 

Hark to the unstruck bells and drums!

Take your delight in love!

Rains pour down without water, and

the rivers are Streams of Light.

One Love it is that pervades the whole

world, few there are who know it

fully:

They are blind who hope to see by

the light of reason, that reason

which is the cause of separation --

The House of Reason is very far away!

How blessed is Kabir, that amidst this

great joy he sings within his own

vessel.

It is the Music of the meeting of the soul

with soul;

It is the Music of the forgetting of

sorrows;

It is the Music that transcends all coming in

and all going forth.

 

-- Kabir, "SONGS OF KABIR," Rabindranath Tagore, Samuel Weiser Books,

York Beach, Maine.

 

 

 

 

 

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