January 01st, 2009

Kabir…Tangled Up in Others

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I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves
birds and animals and the ants —
perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you
in your mother’s womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely
orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that’s why everything you do has some weird
failure in it.

– Kabir

Painting: René Magritte. The Lovers. 1928.



6 Responses to 'Kabir…Tangled Up in Others'
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  • LViado

    Powerful and healing…thank you for sharing this. I am a therapist, and plan to share this w/ clients.

  • Mark

    Not sure it’s the best poem to kick off the year with, but maybe you’re privy to some insight for what’s ahead for all of us. Kabir has a decidedly unsentimental approach, that’s for sure. Some of his poems make me feel as if someone is stripping me down and dazzling me with pointed shards of light. No one quite like him.

    Happy New Year and blessings Frederick

    Mark

  • Kane

    one simple line from Kabir reveals the truth he traversed, his dedication to Third Force:

    “All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.”

    Have enjoyed your site throughout this tumultuous year Frederick, much mahalo.

  • http://humandala.org mystes

    No. No, and Hell no. That’s what I have to say to the Weaver. He shuffled around with his lollygodding eloquence as his kids starved for food, his wife for attention and while chasing the imperturbable Mira Bai. Why marry? why procreate if your “Inner Lover” can’t come through with anything better than the banalities of suffering, the misprisals of love. Deep this is not.

    A pox on these 12th-14th century posers who try to pass themselves off as Lovers of the Divine. I would hear from Divine Herself, not Her simpering liverymen.

  • http://www.astroinquiry.com Frederick

    Hello Mystes

    You’re placing Kabir within the context and timeframe of a man living in our century, with our standards and morals — which is quite different, and not aligned with the times Kabir lived and the understanding that was tacit, within his culture, regarding an individual going on his way, on his spiritual pilgrimage.

    And who wouldn’t seek Mira Bai for godsake…be it a married individual or not.

    The Inner Lover, the Beloved (the “Divine Herself”), is the very essence within each of us that is not separate, is not divided, is not suffering the “misprisals” of love — who would not want union with that?

    Regardless, thank you for your rant. It livened up my pages.

    Best,

    Frederick

  • mont bondy

    syncro-i have been only just today desiring a meeting within. i began to imagine, giving an image to this woman and first i thought of sleek and in a black dress but next, a chubby bookworm with thick glasses, but ever giving me another day to wake up and sit beside her to find what she has been reading. then asking to try her glasses, but before returning them, i could quickly look into her eyes and see our soul looking back
    and

    “what is the color” N.Y.