I don’t know
What sort of master
You have.
Is he deaf?
That the mullah screech
From the mosque?
Surely he can hear
Even the anklets that tinkle
On an ant’s feet !
You count your beads,
You smear your brow with marks,
You grow long matted locks.
But deep inside yourself
You carry the vicious vicious dagger
Of apostasy –
This isn’t the way
To attain the master!

— Kabir vani
Translated by : Vinay Dharwadker
Awesome!!!!
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Thank you.
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Kabir and Sant Kirpal Singh both came from the highest Plane – they are in fact the makers of competent Masters – Master spoke about Kabir, who had said, ‘I have come from the highest plane and talk with authority’. He had come in the different stages of time: In Golden Age as Satsukrat. In Silver Age as Munindar. In Copper Age as Karuname and in Iron Age as Kabir.
Thanks for sharing my friend 🙂
Didi
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Yes, they are great souls. Thanks for sharing such valuable words buddy.
Have a blessed day!!
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Thank you, my dear friend Rekha 🙂
From heart to heart
Didi
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This poem is so fascinating. Very well written Rekha ma’am 👏👏👏
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Thank you 😊 Krishna.
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