All the Way to Heaven…

I like this poem by Kabir in the translation of Arvind Krishna Mehrotra:

Listen carefully,

Neither the Vedas

Nor the Qur’an

Will teach you this:

Put the bit in its mouth,

The saddle on its back,

Your foot in the stirrup,

And ride your wild runaway mind

All the way to heaven.

 

Kabir can be a bit enigmatic about his meaning though I think this one is reasonably clear. His comments about the Vedas and the Qur’an would apply to all religious scripture or codified religious thinking.

The metaphor of the riding a wild runaway horse to heaven looks like an exhortation to live life to the fullest, or to go at full speed to wherever your untamed mind carries you, but I don’t think that’s what’s meant.

And the wild runaway horse is not, like in Plato, just one part of the mind, the appetitive part where desires come from, but the whole of the mind is an out of control animal.

Kabir is generally sceptical about the mind: “The mind’s a shortchanging huckster with a crafty wife and five scoundrel children,” he says elsewhere (more metaphors to untangle), and “the mind’s a knot, says Kabir, not easy to untie.”

But the bit, the saddle and stirrup are instruments by which a horse is controlled, and so Kabir’s way to heaven is through exercising strong control over the mind and steering it towards heaven.

When greed hits you like a wave

You don’t need water to drown.

(…)

They’ll all die by drowning

In a waterless sea.

Who survives?

The ones whose minds, Kabir says,

Are tied to rocks.

 

 


Why is There Something rather than Nothing?

Here‘s a good book review for fans of the question “why is there something rather than nothing?”

Meanwhile, I suppose related to the question “what am I here for?” there are the questions “why am I, rather than not?”, “why should I be something rather than nothing?”, “why should my existence have a meaning, rather than none?”

The Zen Buddhist answer of hitting the person asking the question on the head, gets short shrift in the review and apparently in the book itself. But it’s really not that bad. Firstly, it brings the person asking the question back to the fundamental experience of existence, rather than asking abstract questions about it. The existence of everything is personal and starts with you. Secondly, the smack on the head may be structurally like the occasional perception of the existence of everything. Although most of the time it doesn’t, it should take us by surprise, baffle us and raise questions for us. I hope the smack isn’t hard enough to be painful though.