Kabir

Kabir is a poet from India...the 14th century....feels like it could have been written today!!! Love, Michele


Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think...and think... while you are alive.
If you don't break your ropes while you're alive,
do you think
ghosts will do it after?
The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten --
that is all fantasy.
What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now,
you will simply end up with an apartment in the City
of Death.
If you make love with the divine now, in the next life
you will have the face of satisfied desire.
So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound!
Kabir says this: When the Guest is being searched for,
it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that
does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.

-Kabir
(translated by Robert Bly)

Sister Golden Hair Surprise

Mira took this picture in our front yard with a pinhole camera. It kinda looks like a dream to me or a watercolor painting. have a great day.
love, Michele




Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in 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?
--the breath inside the breath.
(translated by Robert Bly)

Inside you

Don’t go outside your house to see flowers.

My friend, don’t bother with that excursion.

Inside your body there are flowers. One flower has a thousand petals.

That will do for a place to sit.

Sitting there you will have a glimpse of beauty inside the body and out of it,

before gardens and after gardens.

The Kabir Book

Robert Bly version