Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours.
- Kabir

That's not the guy sitting next to you on the subway speakin; it's God. Poets seem to talk for God a lot. Well, I suppose someone has to do it. This poet is a Sufi Muslim who was born in the mid-1400s. I wonder why it is so easy to forget the immanence of God? It is clearly proposed by the world's religions: God dwells within each of us. But we forget. Nothing better that to allow the whole poem (in Robert Bly's translation) to speak to us:

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, nor in Indian shrine rooms, nor in the synagogue, 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."

Be still, wake up! I say to myself. Stop running all over the place and just look into the eyes gazing upon you from the next seat.

Today, notice the loving gaze upon you from the next seat.

Excerpt from Quiet Mind: One- Minute Retreats from a Busy World by David Kundtz