Are You Looking For Me? – Kabir

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.

Poem – Are You Looking for Me ? – Kabir 

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.