Race or religion cant be a barrier to realise God who dwells within, such a saint who broke the religious barriers as well as pointed out the flaws of the native culture. Saint Kabir, who hails from a Muslim Weaver’s family in the 14th century, became a disciple of Swami Ramanda of Varanasi. A collection of 500 Saint Kabir’s poems/Dohas were preserved in the holy book of Guru Granth Sahib.
Kabir openly criticised the approach of Islamic doctrines as well as the misguided Hindu philosophy. Kabir Stated that the God dwells within everyone and all are equal. He trashed down the religious and caste discriminations. He also said the God is not a person but the ALL so how can one worship with an idol? Thus, Kabir faced oppression from both Muslims and Hindus who mistook his teachings.
He said that God can’t be realised by rituals, by chanting mantras, by abstinence or austerity, he can be realised when one puts their ‘I’ aside and realise the God within, and one can realise the divine, not when kept on reading books of philosophy but by knowing the roots of Matter. He said that human beings are God’s living forms. Kabir Openly demonstrated his Nirvana by leaving nothing but flowers!
Rabindranath Tagore Translated Saint Kabir’s vision of seeing humanity realising their own divinity, in these dohas:
If God be within the mosque, then to whom does this world belong?
If Ram be within the image which you find upon your pilgrimage,
then who is there to know what happens without?
Hari is in the East, Allah is in the West.
Look within your heart, for there you will find both Karim and Ram;
All the men and women of the world are His living forms.
Kabir is the child of Allah and of Ram: He is my Guru, He is my Pir.
Where spring, the lord of seasons reigneth, there the unstruck music sounds of itself,
There the streams of light flow in all directions, few are the men who can cross to that shore!
There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded,
Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads, where millions of Brahmas are reading the Vedas,
Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation, where millions of Indras dwell in the sky,
Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, where millions of Saraswatis, goddess of music play the vina,
There is my Lord self-revealed, and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps.