Gold Drop Pond..


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 the next,

did not descend from

Adam and Eve or any


origin story. My place is

the 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.


sufi mystic – jelaluddin rumi – 13th century

As translated by Coleman Barks, © 1995.


little girl dancing

Jalal ad-Din Rumi __ I am not from this world

Rumi and Breathing


Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey to the ocean of meanings…



“In the mid-thirteenth century, in a dusty marketplace in Konya, Turkey, a city where Muslim, Christian, Hindu, and Buddhist travelers mingled, Jelaluddin Rumi, a popular philosopher and scholar, met Shams of Tabriz, a wandering dervish.  Their meeting forever altered the course of Rumi’s life and influenced the mystical evolution of the planet.  The bond they formed was everlasting–a powerful transcendent friendship that would flow through Rumi as some of the world’s best-loved ecstatic poetry.

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