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)
* Originally shared 12/5/2015.
Though I am not at all religious, “the breath inside the breath” is one of my favorite lines in all of poetry.
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It’s a lovely line. Reminds me a lot of Blake’s “a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower.”
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