Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

  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, not 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.

 It's not magic;it isn't a trick. Every breath is a resurrection. And when we hear the poem  Which is the world, when our eyes Gaze at the beloved's body, We're reborn in all the sacred parts Of our own bodies: The heart Contracts, the brain Releases its shower  Of sparks, And the tear Embarks on its pilgrimage Down the cheek to meet The smiling mouth,