The second stanza drew me into Kabir‘s poem. We search for homes throughout life. It is right there embedded in each moment. When I am awake in each moment, the search is easier. I become aware and attentive sensing each moment’s transience.
When we let go and stop grasping, we are released from slavery and tyranny chasing tails and tales. When we fail and chase, the feeling enslaves us and it is worse than death. Living each moment is the antidote to this feeling and is liberating.
O Slave, liberate yourself.
Where are you, and where’s your home,
find it in your lifetime, man.
If you fail to wake up now,
you’ll be helpless when the end comes.
Says Kabir, listen, O wise one,
the siege of Death is hard to withstand.
Teacher as Transformer 