Between the conscious and the unconscious, the mind has put up a swing:
All earth creatures, even the supernovas, sway between these two trees,
And it never winds down.

Angels, animals, humans, insects by the million,
also the wheeling sun and moon;
Ages go by, and it goes on.

Everything is swinging: heaven, earth, water, fire,
and the secret one slowly growing a body.
Kabir saw that for fifteen seconds, and it made him a servant for life.

* * *

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 (1440-1518) was a mystic poet and saint of India who opposed dogmas in both Hinduism and Islam. He advocated following the Simple Path to oneness with God and chose to be a householder, tradesman and contemplative. Illiterate, his large body of work was presented orally and later transcribed.

As seen in the second poem Kabir did not see God in religious dogma and practices or austere beliefs. For him, God was found in the present moment. Time was an endless pendulum that encompasses everything. MT