Kabir (circa 1398 – 1518) was a poet who flourished in India during the 15th century. Although the details surrounding his early life are uncertain, it is widely accepted that he was brought up in the Muslim weaver caste, Julaha. Kabir’s poems, which he called “utterances,” were verbally composed in the 15th century and transmitted orally through the 17th century. Kabir Bijak was compiled and written down for the first time in the 17th century.
Quotes by Kabir…
Behold but One in all things; it is the second that leads you astray.
What kind of God would He be if He did not count the blinks of your eyes and is in absolute awe of their movements? What a God… What a God we have.
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water are thirsty. You don’t grasp the fact that what is most alive of all is inside your own house, and so you walk from one holy city to the next with a confused look!
Inside the heart there burns a large fire, yet no smoke is seen, but the fire grows higher. He who it burns away that flame does know, and he also knows He who did make it grow.
No longer able to laugh or to talk at all, changeable mind is finished, beyond recall!