The Breath Inside The Breath

A beautiful poem from 12th century mystic & poet Kabir on where we truly can find the sacred. Read by John.

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