Part 1 - *Burial of the Dead*
April is the cruelest month, breeding
I HEARD thee laugh,
And in this merriment
Says Rahim do not snap ever
the thread of love
I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?
by Kabir
18 lines, 8 comments
I don't believe in omens or fear
Forebodings. I flee from neither slander
Pigeons on the grass alas.
Pigeons on the grass alas.
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
Unaware of my crime
they stood me in the dock.
I stood out in the open cold
To see the essence of the eclipse
There's a moon in my body, but I can't see it!
A moon and a sun.
by Kabir
9 lines, 3 comments
Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
'Twas when the world was in its prime,
When the fresh stars had just begun
What if you slept
And what if
Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?" And he answered saying:
There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,
Beside the river Dee;
Who makes these changes? I shoot an arrow right.
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
Until you've found pain, you won't reach the cure
Until you've given up life, you won't unite with
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atm
Even the man who is happy
glimpses something
Tell me, is the rose naked
Or is that her only dress?.
Tunnelling through the night, the trains pass
in a splendour of power, with a sound like thunder
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