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 

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