Dies slowly

Dies slowly he who transforms himself in slave of habit,
repeating every day the same itineraries,
who does not change brand, does not risk wearing a new color and doesn’t talk to whom doesn’t know.

Dies slowly he who makes of television his guru.
Dies slowly he who avoids a passion, who prefers black to white and the dots on the “i” to a whirlpool of emotions,

What is God

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
(Indian Mystic 1440-1518 A.D.)