I’ve seen evidence of The Cleaning Fairy in the homes of others. Spotless floors. Shiny windows. No dust. Alas, I come home from work every day anxiously wondering if TCF has at last paid me a visit.
Each day I open the door, hoping. And each day, yet again, I hang my head in dismay. No visit from The Cleaning Fairy.
I must keep the faith. It could happen. Perhaps tomorrow…
My favourite poem by Kabir:
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 says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.
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