Peter Lucas Hulen

• hulenp@wabash.edu      

Kabir

• R U M I
  • The Worm's Waking
  • The Guest House
  • The Waterwheel
  • This We Have Now
  • The Sunrise Ruby
  • I Have Such a Teacher
  • Only Breath
  • The Arc of Your Mallet
  • Come to the Orchard in Spring
  • Say I Am You
• H A F I Z
  • The Sun Never Says
  • When You Can Endure
  • If You Don't Stop That
  • Some of the Planets are Hosting
  • For Three Days
• K A B I R
  • Take a Pitcher
  • While You Are Alive
  • Wake Up
  • What You Have Lived Through
  • The Breath Inside the Breath
  • It Was Inside
  • It Still Holds On
  • A Secret One Inside
  • Inside the Body

There is nothing but water in the holy pools.
I know, I have been swimming in them.
All the gods sculpted of wood or ivory can't say a word.
I know, I have been crying out to them.
The Sacred Books of the East are nothing but words.
I looked through their covers one day sideways.
What Kabir talks of is only what he has lived
     through.
If you have not lived through something, it is not
     true.



Robert Bly, Tr., Kabir: Ecstatic Poems (Boston: Beacon Press, 2007)