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 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

Place before the sun a burning candle,
And watch its brilliance disappear before that blaze.
The candle exists no longer
But is transformed
Into the light. 

- Rumi

Do you believe there is someplace
That will make the soul less thirsty?
In that great absence you will find nothing.
Be strong then, and enter into your own body.
There you have a solid place for your feet.
Think about it carefully!
Don’t go off somewhere else.
Kabir says this: Just throw away all thoughts of imaginary things
And stand firm in that which you are.

- Kabir

The lamps are different,
But the light is the same.
So many garish lamps in the dying brain’s lamp-shop,
Forget about them.
Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own holy fire,
The Light streams towards you from all things,
All people, all possible permutation of good, evil, thought, passion.
The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind,
Endlessly emanating all things
One turning and burning diamond.
One, one, one.
Ground yourself, strip yourself down,
To blind loving silence.
Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes.

- Rumi