A diamond was laying in the street covered with dirt. Many fools passed by. Someone who knew diamonds picked it up.
KabirRead
Nada is found within. It is a music without strings which plays in the body. It penetrates the inner and outer and leads you away from illusion.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that true fulfillment and understanding come from within, beyond superficial experiences.
Kabir's quote emphasizes the idea that true essence and meaning in life are discovered internally rather than through external distractions or illusions. The 'music without strings' symbolizes a profound, intrinsic harmony that can be experienced within oneself, guiding one toward clarity and away from the deceit of appearances.
In practice
In a meditation workshop, to illustrate the importance of inner reflection, one could quote Kabir's words.
A diamond was laying in the street covered with dirt. Many fools passed by. Someone who knew diamonds picked it up.
The apple blossom exists to create fruit; when that_x000D_ comes, the petal falls.
The Lord is in me, the Lord is in you,as life is in every seed, put false pride away and seek the Lord within.
Seeking Why run around sprinkling holy water? There's an ocean inside you, and when you're ready you'll drink.
Wherever you are is the entry point.
When the Guest is being searched for,_x000D_ it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work._x000D_ Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
When we grasp that we are unworthy sinners saved by an infinitely costly grace, it destroys both our self-righteousn ess and our need to ridicule others.
Every baby born_x000D_ unloved, unwanted, is a bill that will come_x000D_ due in twenty years with interest, an anger_x000D_ that must find a target, a pain that will_x000D_ beget pain. A decade downstream a child_x000D_ screams, a woman falls, a synagogue is torched,_x000D_ a firing squad is summoned, a button_x000D_ is pushed and the world burns.
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
I don't believe in men waiting until they are ready to die before using any of their money for helpful purposes.
The more money an American accumulates, the less interesting he becomes.
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