Kabir was a fifteenth-century Indian whose spiritual growth was influenced by Sufi poets and the ideas of Hindus. When he speaks of the “Guest,” he refers to God or the Great Mystery.
The darkness of night is coming along fast, and the shadows of love close in on the body and the mind.
Open the window to the west, and disappear into the air inside you.
Near your breastbone there is an open flower.
Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
Waves are coming in:
there is so much magnificence near the ocean!
Listen: Sound of big seashells! Sound of bells!
Kabir says: Friend, listen, this is what I have to say: The Guest I love is inside me!
source: Kabir, versions by Robert Bly. (1977). The Kabir book. Boston: Beacon Press, p.35.
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