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Chapter 1: A Journey into Love

I have heard:

A famous psychiatrist conducting a university course in psychopathology was asked by a student, “Doctor, you have told us about the abnormal person and his behavior, but what about the normal person?”

The doctor was a little puzzled, and then he said, “In my whole life I have never come across a normal person. But if we ever find him, we will cure him!”

Kabir is really that normal person that you never come across in life - with no desire to be special. When he became enlightened, then too he remained in his ordinary life: he was a weaver; he continued to weave.

His disciples started growing in numbers - hundreds, and then thousands, and then many more thousands were coming to him. And they would always ask him to stop weaving clothes: “There is no need. We will take care of you.” But he would laugh and he would say, “It is better to continue as God has willed me. I have no desire to be anything else. Let me be whatsoever I am, whatsoever God wants me to be. He wants me to be a weaver, that’s why I am a weaver. I was born a weaver and I will die as a weaver.”

He continued in his ordinary way. He would go to the marketplace to sell his goods. He would carry water from the well. He lived very, very ordinarily. That is one of the most significant things to be understood. He never claimed that he was a man of knowledge - because no man of knowledge ever claims. To know is to know that to know is not to know, and that not to know is to know. A real man of understanding knows that he does not know at all. His ignorance is profound. And out of this ignorance arises innocence. When you know, you become cunning. When you know, you become clever. When you know, you lose that innocence of childhood.

Kabir says he is ignorant, he does not know anything. And this has to be understood, because this will make the background in your mind for his poetry. From where is this poetry coming? It is coming out of his innocence, flowering out of his innocence. He says he does not know.

Have you ever observed the fact that in life we go on claiming that we know, but we don’t know? What do you know? Have you known anything, ever? If I ask why the trees are green, will you be able to answer it? Yes, the best answer that I have heard is from D.H. Lawrence.

A small child was walking with him in a garden and the child asked - as children are prone to ask - “Why are the trees green?”

D.H. Lawrence looked at the trees, looked into the eyes of the child, and said, “They are green because they are green.”

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