KABIR AND NON DUALITY 
Kabir and Guru Gorakhnath, during their meeting mythical
I've already mentioned in this blog a few poems of the great
Kabir, poet of the sixteenth century, originally Benares, to illustrate some of our reflections on non-duality.
It seems to me that poetry is one of the most appropriate tools to address the issue of non-duality. Indeed, it is necessary to silence the discursive consciousness to truly understand what it is. Poetic speech, when she comes by inspiration, not a word discursive. It is simpler than that. It seeks neither to compare nor to convince, or shine. At a level of excellence, it looks nothing at all actually. It stands on its own because it is forgotten. She MEANS. It transmits.
Last year, I met in a bar in Paris, a Sufi poet, a little tipsy, who read a poem in Arabic. I asked him who was the poetry. He said there was no author. At this level of excellence, we did not sign ...
known poems of Kabir in India because they are sung for centuries by itinerant yogis. In the villages around it
dhuni (sacred fires of sadhus) that the people of Northern India (particularly where the people speak Bhojpuri
in the region of Benares and Bihar) plays the
Nirguna Bhajan of Kabir, that is to say, the devotional songs dealing with the reality without form. Through the people we know Kabir. And it was through him that is also transmitted this form of knowledge. Kumarji Ghandarva, which was a very young master of Indian classical music, had the audacity to work on these Nirguna Bhajan popular musical folklore. He broke with tradition and has long been rejected by his peers. This is how he experimented with himself, talking about the subtle knowledge Kabir. Kumarji frequented the dhuni a Nath Yogi
which these poems were sung regularly by villagers. Here is an excerpt from one of his performances, accompanied by the translation of this poem sung Kabir:
Companion Oh, this house is unattainable!
Where is my Beloved.
In this place, there is neither happiness nor misery, neither truth nor falsehood
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Neither sin nor virtue,
There is no day nor night, nor sun nor moon,
There is a brightness without light.
There is no knowledge or meditation, mantra repetition
Neither, nor austerities,
Ni lyrics from the Vedas or the Book
Make, do not, hold, release,
All this is lost in this place .
No notice, nor lack of remains, neither inside nor outside, Microcosm and Macrocosm
are nonexistent.
The five elements and the Trinity are non-existent.
Witness Sound Spontaneous there is no longer present.
No roots or flowers, or branches or seeds,
Without trees, the fruit shine, the primordial sound Om
, Breath synchronized "I Am"
This and That, all are absent, also the Breath . Unknown,
Where is the Beloved, there is really nothing
Says Kabir, I was led to realize,
Whoever sees my signs indicative
Achieve Nirvana.
Wah Ghar Sabse Sakhiya Nyara , words in Hindi here .
I attended Satsang
to awaken to this, read books about heroes
Suchness and technical
This Ni-Ni-That. I wrote myself a lot of nonsense on the subject ... I have long asked stupid questions to Jean-Luc and will probably continue to do so (you will not mind?). I do not claim to have found the key the riddle. I do not pretend to be beyond anything at this level. It just seems to me that my heart was calm about it. And it subsided, I know that thanks to this non-duality street who guided me in many of my experiences in recent years. What I call
nonduality street is this Supreme Knowledge passing through the mundane reality of life, and particularly through the wisdom of simple people. For the case of India, keep a sense of reality: I do not speak of the "chick" in mobile criticizing sadhus because they beg. I am talking about someone like the old Lal Baba, who retired with eight children, retains most of the time Silence, keeps the floor spotless, never judge anyone, continues to sit around dhuni cremation in Varanasi, and cries of joy when reviewing his friends. What relationship with the metaphysical? What relationship with the teachings of Kabir in the streets of Varanasi? It is simply magic
unknown, since in this kind of life "traditional", there is no screen between the fictitious world, experience, divinity, vacuum and me and in this lies its depth. When we laugh, we laugh, we do not see laughter. When we cry, we cry, we cry do not look. And when I leave this "world" to return to France, that's what I miss most, this direct relationship to life that people here seem to have lost the most.
But it's also where I come from. Because it all started for me at this level so subtle, in a kitchen of a small village in the Drôme Provençal, around a bottle of red and a cast of carbonara. My host, who has proved to be a brother, home from work at the plant. It was at his table that I realized that the descent of the Holy Spirit (I write this on this day of Pentecost) was something very real, far from symbolic. It is this table (where the water is now holed because of a fondue, thank you Philip!) I was born for the first time to Reality. Let us not mince words.
I invite those who had the courage to read far to find this excellent story on
Kumarji and Kabir (in English unfortunately for non-English speakers) that I read on the blog of David Dubois, known as the Cosmic Cow
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the center, Lal Baba lit a candle in the graveyard of Tara Pith (Bengal)
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