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Chapter 9: The Song of Love

The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing,
and its sound is love:
When love renounces all limits,
it reaches truth.
How widely the fragrance spreads!
It has no end, nothing stands in its way.
The form of this melody is bright
like a million suns:
incomparably sounds the veena,
the veena of the notes of truth.

Subtle is the path of love!
Therein there is no asking and no not asking,
there one loses one’s self at his feet,
there one is immersed in the joy of the seeking:
plunged in the deeps of love
as the fish in the water.
The lover is never slow in offering his head
for his lord’s service.
Kabir declares the secret of this love.

The metaphysician talks without knowing; the mystic knows, but keeps quiet. The master is eloquent silence. The master is a rare combination of the metaphysician and the mystic. The master is a great synthesis between the metaphysician and the mystic. The metaphysician knows how to talk, but he does not know what to talk about. The mystic knows what to talk about, but he does not know how to say it. The mystic is full of experience, but dumb. The metaphysician has no experience, but is very articulate. The metaphysician is of no value, and the mystic is of no use.

You can worship a mystic, but you will never be able to understand him - because the communication exists not: he has broken the bridge of language. He is in truth, but he cannot bring the message to you. The metaphysician goes on bringing message after message, but the message is just verbal. If you go deeply into it there is no content in it, it is non-substantial.

The master knows as much as can be known, and yet is articulate enough to express, to communicate. Metaphysicians have existed in the thousands, and so have mystics existed; the master is very rare. Kabir is a great master: he knows, and he knows how to convey it. That’s why he declares: Kabir declares the secret of this love. His whole being is a declaration. He is not dumb; he sang his whole life, and he sang the songs of truth.

This last song in this series is of tremendous value. Follow me very slowly and try to digest, so that it becomes part of your being - because that is the only way to understand it.

The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing,
and its sound is love:
When love renounces all limits,
it reaches truth.
How widely the fragrance spreads!

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