I.20. Mun na rangaye kapada
The yogi dyes his garments,
instead of dyeing his mind in the colors of love:
he sits within the temple of the lord,
leaving Brahma to worship a stone.
He pierces holes in his ears, he has a great beard
and matted locks, he looks like a goat:
he goes forth into the wilderness, killing all his desires,
and turns himself into an eunuch.
He shaves his head and dyes his garments;
he reads the Gita and becomes a mighty talker.
Kabir says: “You are going to the doors of death,
bound hand and foot.”
III.102. Ham se raha na jay
I hear the melody of his flute, and I cannot contain myself:
the flower blooms, though it is not spring;
and already the bee has received its invitation.
The sky roars and the lightning flashes,
the waves arise in my heart,
the rain falls; and my heart longs for my lord.
Where the rhythm of the world rises and falls,
thither my heart has reached:
there the hidden banners are fluttering in the air.
Kabir says: “My heart is dying, though it lives.”
Man is a rainbow, all the seven colors together. That is his beauty and that is his problem too. Man is multifaceted, multidimensional. His being is not simple, it is a great complexity. And out of that complexity is born the harmony we call God: the divine melody.
So the first thing to be understood about man is that man is not yet. Man is only a possibility, a potentiality. Man can be, man is a promise. The dog is, the rock is, the sun is…man can be. Hence the anxiety and anguish – one can miss too; there is no certainty. You may flower, you may not flower. Hence the shivering, the shaking, the trembling inside: “Who knows whether I will be able to do it or not?”
Man is a bridge between the animal and the divine. The animals are tremendously happy – of course not aware, not consciously happy, but tremendously happy, unworried, non-neurotic. God is tremendously happy and conscious. Man is just in between the two, in limbo, always wavering – to be or not to be?
Man is a rainbow, I say, because a rainbow will give you the total perspective in which man can be understood – from the lowest to the highest. The rainbow has seven colors, man has seven centers of his being. The allegory of the seven is very ancient. In India, the allegory has taken the form of seven chakras: the lowest is muladhar and the highest is sahasrar and between these two are five steps, five more chakras. And man has to pass through all these seven chakras – seven steps towards the divine.