Me, my stick, I

A bit of gardening (I’m SO out of condition). A call in to work to sort out Monday. Then I picked up the pooch, bought her home and we walked up onto Barton fell. Just silence and skylarks.

Only Breath - Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

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.