Rumi

“Who speaks? Who listens?

define and narrow me: you starve yourself of yourself

nail me down in a box of cold words: that box is your coffin

I do not know who I am I am in astounding lucid confusion 

I am not a christian, not a jew not a zoroastranI am not even a muslim

I belong not to the land, to known or unknown sea,nature does not own nor claim me 

Neither heaven Bulgaria India china, my place of birth is placelessness my sign to have and give no sign 

You say you see my mouth, ears, eyes, nose they are not mine

I am the life of life I am that cat this stone, no-one 

I have thrown dualism away like an old dishrag

I see and know all times and worlds as one, one , always one 

So what do I have to do to get you to admit who is speaking?

Admit it and change everything is your own voice echoing off the walls of god”

– Rumi

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