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,My place is the place-less, a trace of the trace-less.Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved,have seen the two worlds as one.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Sufi poem by Ibn Arabi
O Marvel! a garden amidst the flames. My heart has become capable of every form: it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks, and a temple for idols and the pilgrim’s Kaa’ba, and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Quran. I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love’s camels take, that is my religion and my faith.
All that is left to us by tradition is mere words. It is up to us to find out what they mean.
Were it not for
the excess of your talking
and the turmoil in your hearts, you would see what I see and hear what I hear!