Kabir (a hard hitting saint)

a long time ago there lived a saint named

Kabir 

he was a man that would weave cloth

he would weave and weave and 

when he did so 

bright words of truth sprang forth

that were like the tapestry that 

he created 

woven with love, care 

and joy

he was a man that spoke only 

to bring those minds that 

were in confusion to awaken

as he spoke and wove his cloth

some would come sit near him

and enjoy basking in his light 

that was like love itself 

but there were also many

that became inflamed by his 

strong forthright wisdom

that would come out 

raw and pure 

to singe the mind and 

make it become alert 

to life as it is 

there were many that spoke 

against him

as being a one that was 

of dark ways 

but this did not stop Kabir 

from speaking up and 

bringing fresh light to the 

stale mentalities that lurked 

about 

he spoke up against the caste system

and the warring of man against man

that was based on the color of 

skin and belief systems 

he spoke up against false spiritual

persons that were out to 

make money off of vulnerable 

souls that did not 

know better 

he spoke up about God 

and what God was and was not 

he did not wear special clothing 

he did not bring special 

magic acts (siddhis) with him

he only spoke truth 

and was simple in his life 

and his way of being 

and though this was not taken in 

well by most while he was alive

his message and beautiful poetry

ring bright 

and are enjoyed by many

how funny that now that he 

is gone 

there is so much devotion 

towards him

but this is the way of minds 

that look to be in love *with*

something 

and do not want the hard hitting 

truths