Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in the stupas,
Not in Indian shrine rooms,
Nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals;
Not in masses, nor kirtans,
Not in legs winding around your own neck,
Nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me,
You will see me instantly –
You will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.
Poems of Kabir
