Not Christian or Jew or Muslim,
Not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen.
Not any religion
Nor cultural system.
I am not from the east or the west, not out of the ocean
Nor grown from the ground, not natural or ethereal,
Notc omposed of elements at all.
I do not exist – not as you see me with your material eyes.
I am not an entity in this world or the next,
Did not descend nor was born from any story of origin.
My place is the placeless, a traceof the traceless.
Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved,
I have seen the two worlds as one and
That one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner,
Only that breath, breathing, being breathed
The barn is up. The menu is wholesome. Holy. The yoga studio hosts the most delicious practices.
This is a magical, musical magnificent time.
Hope to see you here. On the mat in the big city. Or in the ethers.