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.

Kabir
Translated by Robert Bly

Comfort Food

Feed Your family

Comfort Food
by Jeanne Poland

My daughter arrived with husband behind,
Post surgery, weary, washed out;
I’d made them a soup with chicken and vegs:
Some broth that gave bones back their clout.

Some wine spiced it sweet, with onions, anise,
Carrots, rosemary, and chicken breasts sliced;
Potatoes, fresh parsley, lemon, zucchini,
Comfort delivered all spiced, sliced and diced!