Painting inspired from Kabir’s “Ecstatic Poems”

“Have you heard the music that no fingers enter into?

Far inside the house

entangled music-

What is the sense of leaving your house?


Suppose you scrub your ethical skin until it shines,

but inside there is no music,

then what?


Mohammed’s son pores over words, and points out


and that,

but if his chest is not soaked dark with love,

then what?


The Yogi comes along in his famous orange.

But if inside he is colorless, then what?


Kabir says: Every instant that the sun is risen,

if I stand in the temple, or on a balcony,

in the hot fields, or in a walled garden,

my own Lord is making love with me.”-Kabir