Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Experience

Kabir (1440 - 1518)

When "I" was, the Divine was not, 
now the Divine is and I am no more: 
All darkness vanished, 
when I saw the Lamp within my heart.

The effulgence of the Supreme Being 
is beyond the imagination: 
Ineffable is its beauty, 
to see it is the only "proof."

It was a good thing the hail fell on the ground,
for it lost its own selfhood:
Melting, it turned into water
and rolled down to the pond.
That which I went out to seek, 
I found just where I was: 
It now has become myself, 
whom before I called ‘Another.’

When love renounces all limits, 
it reaches truth.
With the load of desires 
which you hold on your head, 
how can you be light?
Wherever you are is the entry point.
Just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things,
and stand firm in that which you are.

1 comment:

  1. Roger, this is a beautiful and moving poem. Thank you for posting it.