By David Hare
God. Where are you? I wish you would talk to me. God. It isn't just me. There's a general feeling. This is what the people are saying in the parish. They want to know where you are. The joke wears thin. You never say anything. All right. People expect that. It's understood - but people also think...You see, I tell you, it's this perpetual absence. Yes? This not being here - it's that. I mean, let's be honest, it's just beginning to get some of us down. You know? Is that unreasonable? There are an awful lot of people in a very bad way. And they need something besides silence. God. Do you understand?
By Kabir
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.
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