Perfect Masters or Saints are fully realized souls who have crossed the regions of mind, maya and the three attributes and transcended the limits of time and space. They have reached the highest spiritual realm — the mansion of the Lord — and become one with Him. Sometimes, in a spirit of ecstasy they proclaim their oneness with the Lord. Such rapturous declarations are rare. They are not the outcome of pride, nor are they contrary to their natural humility. This poem of Kabir is a spontaneous outburst of his joy and ecstasy at union with the Lord.

I am in all,
All that is, is I.
The different forms in existence
Are ray myriad manifestations,
Yet I am apart from all.
Call me Kabir,
Call me Ramrai,
It is one and the same.
I am not a child,
I am not old,
And the glow of youth
Never can touch me.
I go not at anyone's bidding
Nor come at anyone's command.
In my state of Sahaj
I am ever in the verdure of bliss.

Call me Kabir,
Call me Ramrai,
It is one and the same.

My covering is a single sheet
And people sneer at me:
My weaver's calling inspires no respect;
My dress is tattered,
Patched at ten places —
Yet beyond the three attributes,
Beyond the region of the 'fruit'
I dwell in the realm of bliss;
Thus have I acquired the name Ramrai.
I see the entire world,
The world cannot see me;
Such is the unique state
That Kabir has attained.

Call me Kabir,
Call me Ramrai,
It is one and the same.

K.G., p. 81:50
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