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.
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.
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.
साधो, देखो जग बौराना । साँची कही तो मारन धावै, झूठे जग पतियाना । हिन्दू कहत,राम हमारा, मुसलमान रहमाना । आपस में दौऊ लड़ै मरत हैं, मरम कोई नहिं जाना । Saints, I see The world is mad If I tell the truth They rush to beat me If I lie they trust me Hindus claim Ram as the one Muslims claims Raheem Then they kill eachother Knowing not the essence
