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 in 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.
(as translated by Robert Bly, Kabir: Ecstatic Poems)
Words for the Year 
“the breath inside the breath”…
one of the loveliest explanations of the divine i have ever heard.
thanks for this….i haven’t thought of this poem for a while, and it’s just so perfect as we head into the holidays.
reminded to breathe, to quiet, to lean onto that shoulder that is right there holding me up…always.
xoxo
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That’s what I’ve heard over and over again, especially referencing meditation. And yet still, I seem to be a meditation flunkie. I try and try, and always end up falling asleep (unless it’s guided). Beautiful!
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You are so not a flunkie. The learning is in the doing. The destination is always in the journey. ❤
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Thank you.
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