The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?

What can I do my friends, if I do not know? I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do? Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea, Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.

The wealth within you, your essence, is your kingdom.

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

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 or 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.