Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not 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 within the breath.
Bly, R. (1977). (trans). The Kabir book. Boston: Beacon Books, p. 33.