Do not go to the garden of flowers
O friend ! go not there,
In your body is the garden of flowers..... There gaze on the infinite Beauty.
Kabir
Kabir, i've tried listening to you
Your words are still shinning, they never stopped....
Your deep enthralling wisdom -- an antidote
for those like us in our toxic world
Somehow I cannot receive it, it evades me.
I cannot ask you to teach it
If not i'd have already learnt.
Too many have spoken.
So much has been spoken
Love, God, Brotherhood, Peace
are words we have turned upside down in all possible ways.
Have we not exploited their meanings in every possible ways.
We have lived on language, thrived on its politeness,
We still live in a world, some what similar.
Hitler laughed politely with his friends,
politely, he barred the sheets of paper, too long ...too long 'quick..the final solution' he said ... exterminate. Exterminate. Men .women and children buried where they stood.
'Too banal' he thought ' a waste of time to keep the scores!'
He stopped to bother.
So he just killed them by communities,
country by country.
All, while politely talking with friends
eating caviar and olives over a glass of apperitifs.
Hitler reinvented murder, with gadgets, salutes, national anthems.
Kabir, how do we talk to these guys.
How do we talk to ourselves?
Kabir, so beautiful are your words....to touch them we have to touch them with our hearts.
Your beautiful mind
is all i've got to help me
forget the greed,
the murders, the murderers ,
the cruel, the cruelties ,
the destroyers, the destructions.
Kabir, Thankyou for helping to keep my spine straight,
By this warm fire where I sit
gathering my heart around you
To listen.
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