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.
Most of my life...if not all of my life, I've pondered the question: who am i? While searching through Rumi's poems, i ran across Only Breaththat satisfactorly answers the quesion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem depicts deep connection with heart.