City of Feeling

Allah, you’ve made lovers Of many different kinds One waits on the path Another wakes all night… Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai, the deepl...

O wise one, I was the first to be born Then my elder brother With great fanfare my father was born In the end my mother All things ...

It’s all a game of come-and-go! Nothing stays; everything slips away. Fleeting, transient, impermanent. And, therefore, beautiful! In ...

Remember the Name, take the Name – the Name is what saves! This ‘Name’ is the breath, the inner sound, the energy, which keeps us alive!...

Indian philosophy is understood to propose four stages of life – childhood, youth, middle age and old age, with prescribed dharmas for...

In a radical departure from the norm of pursuing wealth and success, in this song the poet Kabir celebrates the joy of poverty, and the...

Death. How can we forget it? The most basic fact of life is forgotten in the rush of life itself. Kabir reminds us - that which is bui...