Kabir, living in the 15th century, was an incredibly spiritual man who wrote poems about the shedding of religious doctrine. Instead, he espoused a theory of unity with all, and tried to live his life without ties to the world. Here’s an excerpt from “Seedling.”
Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the 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
When you really look for me, you will see me
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.