A theme in the poetry of Kabir that has always meant a great deal to me, is the idea that we are wounded by the Word. Those who are “struck” by the word, can understand the suffering of others, according to Kabir. In that sense Kabir represents an ancient tradition of the poet as a wounded healer.
He’s dug his spear into the ground
It strikes me in my heart !
My Guru has wounded me !
My true Guru pierced through me,
He put his finger on my pulse
And waves surged in my veins.
My heart rocked......
My true Guru is a healing herb in the courtyard,
Let everyone take it.