Kabir Das (Estimated [1398/1440 – 1448/1518) was a 15th-century Indian mystic poet and saint, whose writings influenced Hinduism’s Bhakti movement and his verses are found in Sikhism’s scripture Guru Granth Sahib.
Born in the city of Varanasi in Uttar Pradesh, he is known for being critical of organized religions. He questioned meaningless and unethical practices of all religions primarily the wrong practices in Hindu and Muslim religion. During his lifetime, he was threatened by both Hindus and Muslims for his views. When he died, both Hindus and Muslims he had inspired claimed him as theirs. Kabir suggested that Truth is with the person who is on the path of righteousness, considered everything, living and non living, as divine, and who is passively detached from the affairs of the world. To know the Truth, suggested Kabir, drop the “I” or the ego.Kabir’s legacy survives and continues through the Kabir panth (“Path of Kabir”), a religious community that recognises him as its founder and is one of the Sant Mat sects. Its members are known as Kabir panthis.
With the mercy, kindness and grace of the True Guru!
Kabir Sahib was born in 1398 (Samvat 1455), on the full moon day of Jyeshtha month at the time of Brahmamuharta. Followers believe that Kabir came from Satlok by assuming the body of light and incarnated on a lotus flower and claim that Rishi Ashtanand Ji was the direct witness of this incident, who himself appeared on a lotus flower in the lake “Lahartara”. In fact, there is a Kabirpanth on the Lahartara lake today which reinforces this very belief.
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Where spring, the lord of seasons reigneth,
There the unstruck music sounds of itself,
There the streams of light flow in all directions,
Few are the men who can cross to that shore!
There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded, Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads,
Where millions of Brahmas are reading the Vedas,
Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation,
Where millions of Indras dwell in the sky,
Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, Where millions of Saraswatis, Goddess of music play the vina,
There is my Lord self-revealed, and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps! 🪄 🪷 ♾️