I sleep and wake with Kabir - literally! I mean that I am singing Kabir, as I fall asleep, and I am singing Kabir as I slowly awaken - not knowing which came first the singing or the awakening. And so the days pass to words...
Piya Mera Jagata mein Kaise Soi...
(My love is awake, how do I sleep??)
It is true that I get drunken on the words of Kabir, am addicted to a Kabirean-fix, a search for that search - which itself is Kabir. And yet its so easy to forget...the lover that I seek, the path that I crave, the laughter at this world that I have found with Kabir - and I cry. I cry when I forget - become significant from insignificance - run, yell, scream, protest, to change this world. But, on recovery, remind myself that Kabir too forgot himself, frequently ,and wept, forgetting the silly play that this life is all about.
If all about me is Kabir and about Kabir is already me - then maybe I am IT..and it is with this IT, me , Kabir that I sleep and awake?
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Smiles....come, join in ..and let the fun begin. Love.
both me n ram are in that same state.singing kabir songs n going to sleep and first thing that comes to mind in the morning are the songs...
today it was..Chal hansa va des...n ofcourse with chintan it was jaajo jaajo re...:)
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