More than speed…


texting can come instantly,
photos grab your heart
internet provide a show
but snail mail’s the best part!

brings the family to your door
shares the joys of parenting;
lets you hold the love in hand
the grammar, punctuation thing!

Breath in the Breath

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 the Indian shrine rooms,
nor in the synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor in 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.

Translated by Robert Bly

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