Only Breath by Rumi

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu

Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion


or cultural system. I am not from the East

or the West, not out of the ocean or up


from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not

composed of elements at all. I do not exist,


am not an entity in this world or in the next,

did not descend from Adam and Eve or any


origin story. My place is placeless, a trace

of the traceless. Neither body or soul.


I belong to the beloved, have seen the two

worlds as one and that one call to and know,


first, last, outer, inner, only that

breath breathing human being.

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