“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 kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetales.
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