I’ve been wanting to write something for quite some days now. Lots of things to cover starting from the last days of roaming around in India, colorful and watershed holi celebrations, travel back via Mumbai and extremely busy week on return.
Just haven’t got the time or energy to recap all this, will be trying to do this over this weekend.
Fun is about the difficulty of gathering thoughts to describe a few things from self experience. Saint Kabir’s musings, translated into simple poetry and songs get straight to the heart of all people who understand the language. Imagining the effort to create such master pieces is stupifying to us right now, but it would have just been routine for great enlightened beings like Kabir.
Kabir resided in one of the holiest cities of India which was populated by many learned beings. People who had studied all the religious texts thoroughly were surprised at the simplicity of Kabir’s mystic poetry and the way it connected to the hearts of laymen. When they inquired Kabir about the possible reason of this – his reply was the following verses -
तुम कहते हो कागज लेखी |
मैं कहता निज नयन की देखी ||
(You are describing what’s written on pieces of paper while I say what I understand out of lifes daily experiences)
Kabir’s death was an irony in itself because here was a man who preached secularism and peace all his life through all his work and there were big violent fights over the question of his last rites after his death!
All the religious and spiritual texts and material try to describe simple living of human beings and the behavior patterns of human mind. But to explain a very simple thing, the output gets really jumbled & complicated.
Life’s Confusing Jigsaw
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