It is also a time to reflect and inquire: To whom do I give thanks? What am I living for? For whom am I living? What do I fight for? What do I discriminate for? Who do I love for? When the source of the voice is the same, who am I talking to?
Are You Looking for Me? 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 vegetables. When you really look for me, you will see me instantly -- you will find me in the tiniest house of time. - Kabir