Friday, October 29, 2010

Having To Have License To Be A Stripper

The weaver saint

He made it! A book that was not a gift is able to enter into my library in a long time "no, first I must send down the stack of those already waiting for me"!

E 'none other than the songs of Kabir in Sellerio edition (I would have liked the English edition translated by Tagore, Rabindranath's uncle but an Englishman too rich for my modest and old-fashioned skills from contemporary American ... in fact I would have preferred that Kabir ... to understand the medieval Hindi ... sigh ...)


I bought a book online that I needed for the state exam and I did a little personal addition to the order ... I just read a quote from Kabir on the other new entry, Gyanamata God Alone (I did not even words for that book ... but I am not surprised to see him levitate in the room from what is up:-D) ... and I could not resist ...

The Songs of Kabir is a book that is often seen in the hands of the SRF monks, taking a mixture of reverence and love that you would treat a newborn son of the king, and is often mentioned by Yogananda.

Kabir, a large illuminated the Dark Ages, a humble weaver,
the holy unity of religions, "the son of Allah and Rama,
saint of love and transcendence of God and for God's
quintessential bhakti (devotion)
saint of direct experience of God, and then
of meditation and Brahmachari, ie
of practicing God's presence in any time
beyond the dogmas of the intellectuals and the forms of religion.

Doing duplication on the network, I refer you to the pleasant and punctual introduction written by Lakshmi (SCA Vijayangara not that of another) for Here and Now.
I recommend you read it, absolutely!

Here you translate a poem on the fly which is located online at http://www.poemhunter.com/kabir/
I recommend this source (Hindi + English) for a large selection of songs.

You're looking for? I am the chair next to yours. My
rests against your shoulder.
not find me in stupas, or in the rooms of Indian temples,
Neither in synagogues, nor in cathedrals;
not in masses, nor in kirtan, not in legs that twist around the
your own neck, nor in eating nothing 'nothing but vegetables.


When I really try, you will see me instantly -
You'll see me in the most infinitesimal of time home.


Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.

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