That Abode Is Unmatched...by Kabir

Oh My Dearest
That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.

In that Place
There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,
No Truth or Untruth
Neither Sin Nor Virtue.

There Is No Day or Night,
No Moon or Sun,
There Is Radiance Without Light.

There Is No Knowledge or Meditation
No Repetition of Mantra or Austerities,
Neither Speech Coming From Vedas or Books.

Doing, Not-Doing, Holding, Leaving
All These Are All Lost Too In This Place.

No Home, No Homeless,
Neither Outside or Inside,
Micro and Macrocosm Are Non-Existent.

Five Elemental Constituents
and the Trinity Are Both Not There
Witnessing Un-struck Shabad Sound is Also Not There.

No Root or Flower,
Neither Branch or Seed,
Without a Tree Fruits are Adorning,

Primordial Om Sound,
Breath-Synchronized Soham,
This and That - All Are Absent,
The Breath Too Unknown..

Where the Beloved is
There is Utterly Nothing..

Says Kabir I Have Come To Realize.
Whoever Sees My Indicative Sign
Will Accomplish the Goal of Liberation..!

~ Kabir 


Art by Prabal Roy

You are your thought, My Dear...by Rumi

You are your thought,
My Dear,

the rest of you is
bones and fiber.

If you think of roses,
you are a rose garden,

If you think of thorns,
you’re fuel for the furnace..!

~ Rumi

The most living moment comes ...by Rumi

The most living moment comes
when those who love each other

meet each other's eyes and in
what flows between them then.

To see your face in a crowd of others,
or alone on a frightening street,

I weep for that,
Our tears improve the earth.

The time you scolded me,
your gratitude, your laughing,

always your qualities
increase the soul.

Seeing you is a wine
that does not muddle or numb.

We sit inside the cypress shadow
where amazement and clear thought
twine their slow growth into us...!

~ Rumi

I whispered an offer softly ....by Rumi

I whispered an offer softly
 in the ear of your playful heart.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you 
in a hundred silent 
ways.

You know what’s on my mind,
you’ve heard my thoughts,

And now,
what I described to you last night,
I’ll do today...!

~ Rumi

I run as a musk-deer ...by Rabindranath Tagore

I run as a musk-deer runs
in the shadow of the forest
mad with his own perfume.

The night is the night of mid-May,
the breeze is the breeze of the south.

I lose my way and I wander,
I seek what I cannot get,
I get what I do not seek.

From my heart comes out and dances
the image of my own desire.

The gleaming vision flits on.
I try to clasp it firmly,
it eludes me and leads me astray.

I seek what I cannot get,
I get what I do not seek.

~ Rabindranath Tagore