Kabir
Like Ramana Maharshi, who was also awake, Kabir did not have a particular religion. He was also very critical of all sects in India, which is probably a reason for his universal appeal. It is said that when he died his Hindu and Muslim followers were quarreling over his remains. They then heard a voice asking them to lift the shroud covering the body. When they did they only found flowers.
Some of his poems:
Do not go to the garden of flowers!
O friend! go not there;
In your body is the garden of flowers.
Take your seat on the thousand petals of the
lotus, and there gaze on the infinite beauty.
************** –Kabir
Hang up the swing of love today!
Hang the body and the mind between the
arms of the beloved, in the ecstasy of love’s joy:
Bring the tearful streams of the rainy clouds
to your eyes, and cover your heart with
the shadow of darkness:
Bring your face nearer to his ear, and speak
of the deepest longings of your heart.
Kabir says: `Listen to me brother! bring the
vision of the Beloved in your heart.’
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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.
More about Kabir at: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/K/Kabir/
http://www.boloji.com/kabir/intro.htm
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