Kabir had sent invitations to the local pundits and the Mahatmas2 min read

It is the beginning of the 15th century. Bhakta Kabir had sent invitations to the local pundits and the Mahatmas and others to come and have a meal with him in celebration of the grand day in the life of the great Saint. The Mahatmas have come. Some wear matted locks, some are clean shaven, some dressed in yellow robes, some with a staff and coconut loshta. They come in twos and threes and sit down here and there. It is one o’clock. Noon has passed but there is no news of the meal. Bhakta Kabir is in meditation in his little straw hut; he has forgotten time and space. Some of the pseudo-Sadhus are restless. They say: “Kabir has played a joke; we do not perceive the smell of curry. It is a joke. Let us go home.” Some say: “Patience, patience!” It is about two o’clock. The pseudo-Mahatmas cannot bear it any more.
In the meantime a fat buffalo emerges from a hut, and in this hut were stored all the dishes and the food. The buffalo has helped himself to vegetables, curries, rice and sweets and, feeling satisfied, it lifts up its mouth and gives a cry of satisfaction. What about the remainder? The buffalo has turned it all upside-down. The pseudo-Mahatmas, realizing what has happened, taking their staffs, belabour the poor buffalo. Innumerable blows are dealt pitilessly with a torrent of abuses. Now the tumult breaks the samadhi of Kabir. He comes out and sees the bleeding buffalo slowly going out of the field, still pursued by the pseudo-Mahatmas. He runs and embraces it and says: “My Lord, even when you fought with Ravana you never received so many blows, nor were you so unjustly dealt with when you fought Hiranyakashyapu.” He calls the buffalo: “My Lord, my God, my Shiva.”
This was the vision of the bhakta, jnani Kabir. Many fell at his feet. The story is quoted by Swami Rama Tirtha. This is the acme of jnana. He is a bhakta, he knows Atman is all, whose sympathy is so widespread that none, none, is ever excluded. So many instances in the life of Shri Dada were witnesses to this fact. Compassion is the object of the Yogi. A Yogi may have all the psychic perfections but if he has no compassion, then “the siddha having psychic perfection without daya, or compassion, is a butcher.” Therefore it is said: “Same to those who abuse him, same to those who throw flowers at him.” Such is the attitude of the Yogi. OM.