The Guest is Inside

I am out of town and haven’t had wifi on my laptop until today.  Today’s prompt made me think of this poem by Kabir:

sprout seed

The Guest is Inside


The guest is inside you and also inside me;

you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.

We are all struggling; none of us has gone far.

Let your arrogance go and look around inside.

The blue sky opens out farther and farther,

the daily sense of failure goes away,

the damage I have done to myself fades,

a million suns come forward with light,

when I sit firmly in that world.

I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken.

Inside “love” there is more joy than we know of,

rain pours down although the sky is clear of clouds

there are whole rivers of light.

The universe is shot through in all parts by a single sort of love.

How hard it is to feel that joy in all our four bodies!

Those who hope to be reasonable about it fail.

The arrogance of reason has separated us from that love.

With the word reason you already feel miles away.

How lucky Kabir is, that surrounded by all this joy

He sings inside his own little boat

His poems amount to one soul meeting another.

These songs are about forgetting dying and loss.

They rise above both coming in and going out.






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