The breath inside the breath

From Kabir, a Sufi poet.

Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in the stupas, nor in Indian shrine 
rooms, nor in synagogues,
nor in cathedrals, 
nor in masses, nor kirtans, nor in legs winding
 around your own neck,
nor in eating nothing but 
vegetables.
But 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.

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