Monday, November 2, 2009

A sweet poem by Kabir

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.

My shoulder is against yours.

You will not find me in 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.

-Kabir

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