Only Breath
I chose to share this poem by Rumi as it describes the oneness of our humanity. Beyond religion, nature, cultures, borders, and beliefs, we are human-beings, breathing the same breaths in this limited lifetime. From duality and separation comes the possibility of union and the concept of oneness. The goal of many of the worlds religions are the same, and we are all in this together. The Sanskrit word Yoga means union and involves practices that connect the individual self to the universal Self.
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, Sufi or Zen. Not any religion
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.
~Rumi
I chose to share this poem by Rumi as it describes the oneness of our humanity. Beyond religion, nature, cultures, borders, and beliefs, we are human-beings, breathing the same breaths in this limited lifetime. From duality and separation comes the possibility of union and the concept of oneness. The goal of many of the worlds religions are the same, and we are all in this together. The Sanskrit word Yoga means union and involves practices that connect the individual self to the universal Self.
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, Sufi or Zen. Not any religion
I am not from the East or the West,
Buddhist, Sufi or Zen. Not any religion
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.
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.
human being.
~Rumi
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| Sitting on the banks of the Ganges, Haridwar, India 2007 |
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