Poem: 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.

Transcript

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 in chaatans. 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.

Reviews

John
Thank You
Appreciate this reading
Love hearing Your Voice.
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Ellen

Wowow…
So powerful.
So beautiful.
She/He/They are the breath inside the breath. 💫

That is really amazing, thank you! I love these short, pithy dharma talks.

I'm grateful humble a Christian Actor singer with Courage a will and a Purpose to help others in need amen

Thank you. I knew a pastor that would say" the answer to your prayer is in your breath"