People adopt various religious garbs and follow different paths of practice but fail to realize the true identity of the soul. Kabir says that castes and sects, garbs and titles like jogi, jati, avdhoot, sheikh and so on, are all limited to the physical body; they are not the attributes of the soul. Likewise father, mother, husband, wife and other relations are also limited to the physical level. Men mourn the death of a friend or relative but do not realize that the physical covering of the body dies, not the soul, which is only a temporary inhabitant of the body.

Kabir says that a perfect Master puts a devotee on the spiritual path and enables him to attain knowledge of the self, to experience the purity and immortality of the soul, and realize that soul is a part of the Supreme Being. His rounds of birth and death end, and his soul — the drop — merges into the Lord — the Ocean.

It is not a man nor a demigod.
Not a jati nor a shaivite,
Not a yogi nor an avdhoot;
It has no mother
Nor is it anyone's son;
No one unravels the mystery
Of what dwells within this temple.

It is not a householder nor a recluse,
Not a monarch nor a beggar door to door;
It has no body nor a drop of blood;
It is not a Brahmin nor a Khatri.

No one unravels the mystery
Of what dwells within this temple.

It is not known as a monk
Nor as a sheikh:
It does not live
Nor has anyone seen it die;
He who cries at its 'death'
Invites sorrow and loses face.

No one unravels the mystery
Of what dwells within this temple.

With my Master's blessings
I have found my path;
Through his grace
My birth and death
Are both effaced.

Says Kabir: It is a particle of God;
Like the indelible mark of ink on paper,
It cannot be erased.

A.G., Gond, p. 871
Na ih mānas na ih deo