Wednesday, January 9, 2013

KABIR: The Poet Saint and Weaver

Are you looking for me? 
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 
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. 

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