Kabir’s Loom

Kabir the weaver sang as he worked:

“Between warp and weft,
my Beloved moves.
The thread is breath,
the shuttle, attention.”

One day a scholar visited. “Kabir, where is your temple?”

Kabir pointed to his loom. “Here. Each thread is a prayer.”

The scholar scoffed. “This is not holy.”

Kabir replied, “Then you see only form. Look again.”

He wove in silence, lips murmuring poems. As the cloth grew, so did stillness in the air. Even the birds quieted.

The scholar sat, watching. His heart slowed. Tears rose.

By sunset, he bowed. “Your loom teaches more than my scriptures.”

Kabir smiled. “God is in the thread—not the noise.”

Commentary

Kabir dissolves sacred/profane divides. His loom becomes a mandala. His life is his practice. Stillness arises not from escape but engagement infused with awareness.

Psychological Reflection

We seek meaning in distant rituals while overlooking daily grace. Kabir invites us to sanctify the ordinary through presence. Slowing down reveals the sacred in the mundane.

Closing Reflection

• What everyday task can I approach as a meditation today?