My favorite Kabir poem

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.
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.

1 comment on “My favorite Kabir poem”

  1. brandi Reply

    good ‘ol Kabir

    I always enjoy this one-

    The self forgets itself
    as a frantic dog in a glass temple
    barks himself to death;
    as a lion, seeing a form in the well,
    leaps on the image;
    as a rutting elephant sticks his tusk
    in a crystal boulder.
    The monkey has his fistful of sweets
    and won’t let go. So
    from house to house
    he gibbers.
    Kabir says, parrot-on-a-pole:
    who has caught you?

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