Quotes by Kabir

The river that flows in you also flows in me.

What kind of God would He be, if He did not hear the bangles ring on an ant’s wrist, as they move the earth in their sweet dance? And what kind of God would He be, if a leaf’s prayer was not as precious to creation as the prayer His own son sang from the glorious depth of his soul – for us. And what kind of God would He be, if the vote of millions in this world could sway Him to change the divine law of love that speaks so clearly with compassion’s elegant tongue, saying, eternally saying: "all are forgiven – moreover, dears, no one has ever been guilty."

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.

"Music without words
means leaving behind the mind.
And leaving behind the mind
is meditation.
Meditation returns you
to the source.
And the source
of all
is sound."   
- Kabir

WHEN He Himself reveals Himself, Brahma brings into manifestation That which can never be seen.
As the seed is in the plant, as the shade is in the tree, as the void is in the sky, as infinite forms are in the void--
So from beyond the Infinite, the Infinite comes; and from the Infinite the finite extends.

The creature is in Brahma, and Brahma is in the creature: they are ever distinct, yet ever united.
He Himself is the tree, the seed, and the germ.
He Himself is the flower, the fruit, and the shade.
He Himself is the sun, the light, and the lighted.
He Himself is Brahma, creature, and Maya.
He Himself is the manifold form, the infinite space;
He is the breath, the word, and the meaning.
He Himself is the limit and the limitless: and beyond both the limited and the limitless is He, the Pure Being.
He is the Immanent Mind in Brahma and in the creature.

The Supreme Soul is seen within the soul,
The Point is seen within the Supreme Soul,
And within the Point, the reflection is seen again.
Kabîr is blest because he has this supreme vision!

Go over and over your beads, paint weird designs on your forehead, wear your hear matted, long, and ostentatious, but when deep inside you there is a loaded gun, how can you have God?

if you want the truth, I'll tell you the truth,
friend, listen -
the god whom I love
is inside