By Kabir, mystic poet(1398-1448)
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.
An Extraordinary And Ordinary Life 