Kabir
Indian mystic poet
Sayings by Kabir
Seeing the grinding mill, Kabir wept. Between stones, nothing stays whole.
God dwells in you like the pupil in the eye. Fools search outside, unaware.
If God dies, then I will die; If he does not die, then why should I die?
Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.
Don't open your diamonds in a vegetable market. Tie them in bundle and keep them in your heart, and go your own way.
I am not a Hindu, Nor a Muslim am I. I am this body, a play of five elements, a drama of the spirit dancing with joy and sorrow.
Your Lord lives within you; what do you search for outside?
Who can name Him, or know His will? Who can say from whence He comes? Remembering the Void, the simple One, a light burst forth [within me]; I offer myself to that Existence who is non-existence.
I shut not my eyes, I close not my ears, I do not mortify my body; I see with eyes open and smile, and behold His beauty everywhere: I utter His Name, and whatever I see, it reminds me of Him; whatever I do, it becomes His worship. The rising and the setting are one to me; all contradictions are solved.
If you do not cut the noose of your karma while living, what hope is there of liberation when you are dead? It is a hopeless dream to think that union will come after the soul leaves the body.
The home is the abiding place; in the home is reality; the home helps to attain Him Who is real. So stay where you are, and all things shall come to you in time.
Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive. Jump into experience while you are alive! Think . . . and think . . . while you are alive. What you call 'salvation' belongs to the time before death . . . .
To what shore would you cross, O my heart? there is no traveller before you, there is no road: Where is the movement, where is the rest, on that shore? There is no water; no boat, no boatman, is there; There is not so much as a rope to tow the boat, nor a man to draw it. No earth, no sky, no time, no thing, is there: no shore, no ford! There, there is neither body nor mind: and where is the place that shall still the thirst of the soul? You shall find naught in that emptiness.
Oh, how may I ever express that secret word? O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that? If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed: If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood. He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one; The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools. He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed: There are no words to tell that which He is.
Pundit, you've got it wrong.
If by worshipping stones one can find God, I shall worship a mountain. If by immersion in the water salvation be attained, the frogs who bathe continually would attain it. As the frogs, so are these men, again and again fall into the womb. You kill life and call it an act of religion.
If you don't know what the dark is, you don't know what light is.
The lock of the world is on the door of the heart.
The jewel is lost in the mud, and all are searching for it, but no one knows where it is.
The fish in the water is thirsty.