Love

“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.”

“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.”

“All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.”

“The river that flows in you also flows in me.”

“Love does not grown on trees or brought in the market, but if one wants to be "LOVED" one must first know how to give (unconditional)LOVE..”

“If you want the truth,

I’ll tell you the truth:

Listen to the secret sound,

the real sound,

which is inside you.”

“What is seen is not the Truth

What is cannot be said

Trust comes not without seeing

Nor understanding without words

The wise comprehends with knowledge

To the ignorant it is but a wonder

Some worship the formless God

Some worship his various forms

In what way He is beyond these attributes

Only the Knower knows

That music cannot be written

How can then be the notes

Say Kabir, awareness alone will overcome illusion.”

“...But if a mirror ever makes

you sad

you should know that it does

not know you.”

“Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you. The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself, and he is the one who has made it all.”

No one could understand the secret of this weaver who, coming into existence, spread the warp as the world; He fixed the earth and the sky as the pillars, and he used the sun and the moon as two shuttles; He took thousands of stars and perfected the cloth; but even today he weaves, and the end is difficult to fathom.

Kabir says that the weaver, getting good or bad yarn and connecting karmas with it, weaves beautifully. ”

“... What is God?

He is the breath inside the breath.”

“The guest is inside you, and also inside me;

you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.

We are all struggling; none of us has gone far.

Let your arrogance go, and look around inside.

The blue sky opens out farther and farther,

the daily sense of failure goes away,

the damage I have done to myself fades,

a million suns come forward with light,

when I sit firmly in that world.

I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken,

inside "love" there is more joy than we know of,

rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds,

there are whole rivers of light.

The universe is shot through in all parts by a single sort of love.

How hard it is to feel that joy in all our four bodies!

Those who hope to be reasonable about it fail.

The arrogance of reason has separated us from that love.

With the word "reason" you already feel miles away.”

“Wherever you are is the entry point”

“I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?

We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves

birds and animals and the ants--

perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you

in your mother's womb.

Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now?

The truth is you turned away yourself,

and decided to go into the dark alone.

Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten

what you once knew,

and that's why everything you do has some weird sense of failure in it.”

“I don't think there is such a thing as

an intelligent mega-rich person.

For who with a fine mind can look

out upon this world and hoard

what can nourish a thousand souls.”

“I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.

You don't grasp the fact that what is most alive of all is inside your own house;

and 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 be real!”

“It is time to put up a love-swing!

Tie the body and then tie the mind so that they

swing between the arms of the Secret One you love,

Bring the water that falls from the clouds to your eyes,

and cover yourself inside entirely with the shadow of night.

Bring your face up close to his ear,

and then talk only about what you want deeply to happen.”

“The Lord is in me, the Lord is in you,as life is in every seed, put false pride away and seek the Lord within..”

In that state there is no air or water, and no creation or creator; There is no bud or flower, and no fetus or semen; There is no education or Vedas, and no word or taste; There is no body or settlement, and no earth, air or space; There is no guru or disciple, and no easy or difficult path.

“There is dew

on these poems in the morning,

and at night a cool breeze may rise from them.

In the winter they are blankets, in the summer a place to swim.

I like talking to you like this. Have you moved

a step closer?

 Soon we may be kissing.”

“the sun is within me and so is the moon”

“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.”

“Faith,Waiting in the heart of a seed, Promises a miracle of life which cannot prove at once.”


If there be lust, how can love be there?

Where there is love, there is no lust.

It is the mercy of my true Guru

that has made me to know the unknown.

Your Lord is near:

yet you are climbing the palm-tree to seek Him.

Where is the night, when the sun is shining?

If it is night, then the sun withdraws its light.

Where knowledge is, can ignorance endure?

Serve your God, who has come into this temple of life!

Do not act the part of a madman, for the night is thickening fast.

The man who is kind and who practises righteousness, who remains passive amidst the affairs of the world, who considers all creatures on earth as his own self, He attains the Immortal Being, the true God is ever with him.

You are alone, you have no companion:

you will suffer the consequences of your own deeds.

You are weaving your bondage of falsehood,

your words are full of deception:

With the load of desires which you hold on your head,

how can you be light?

The flute of the Infinite is played without ceasing,

and its sound is love:

When love renounces all limits, it reaches truth.

How widely the fragrance spreads! It has no end, nothing stands in its way.

O my heart! the Supreme Spirit, the great Master,

is near you: wake, oh wake!

Run to the feet of your Beloved:

for your Lord stands near to your head.

You have slept for unnumbered ages;

this morning will you not wake?

Subtle is the path of love!

Therein there is no asking and no not-asking,

There one loses one’s self at His feet,

There one is immersed in the joy of the seeking:

plunged in the deeps of love as the fish in the water.

The lover is never slow in offering his head for his Lord’s service