I’ve been reading Kabir at night before I go to bed (remember, I stopped opening email/facebook/twitter/instagram/any other thing that doesn’t send me positive vibrations before bed. read here!). I stumbled upon a really amazing poem yesterday. I want to share with all of you!
1. 16. santan jot na pucho nirguniyan
IT is needless to ask of a saint the caste to which he belongs
For the priest, the warrior, the trades-man, and all the thirty-six castes,
alike are seeking for God.
It is but folly to ask what the caste of a saint may be ;
The barber has sought God, the washerwoman, and the carpenter
Even Raidas was a seeker after God.
The Rishi Swapacha was a tanner by caste.
Hindus and Moslems alike have achieved that End, where remains no mark of distinction.
We are all on some sort of path, trying to grasp for something bigger than this body we live in. Whether we know it or not, want to believe it or not, we are all walking some journey seeking something. None of us are different, and at the end of the day, there are no separations between you and me.
In Ayurveda, we talk about the life force as prana. Prana is the living energy within people and things and objects. It’s also the tying factor that binds us all together in this world and what binds us to the greater universe and whatever higher thing you believe in. We put so much emphasis on the differences and purposely separate ourselves. In retrospect, we are all one in the same. We are all connected by some energy that is pushing us on our individual paths. Once we begin to accept this, the boundaries can be broken. We can start putting aside our ego and jealousy and desires and aversions, and start living a more pure, a more humble life.
The saint has no caste, the barber has no caste. We all have reached the goal at some point or other, and then, nothing matters.
There is no such thing as difference, only uniqueness.