What is to be done, O Moslem? For I do not recognize myself.
I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Parsi, nor Moslem.
I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;
I am not of Nature’s workshop, nor of the circling heavens.
I am not of earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire;
I am not of the Heavenly City, nor of the dust, nor of existence, nor of entity.
I am not of this world, nor of the next, nor of Paradise, nor of Hell;
I am not of Adam, nor of Eve, nor of Eden or of Eden’s angels.
My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless;
‘Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.
I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one;
One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.
He is the first, he is the last, he is the outward, he is the inward;
I know none other except “O he” and “O he who is.”
I am intoxicated with Love’s cup, the worlds have passed out of my ken;
I have no business save mind’s carouse and wild revelry.
If once in my life I spent a moment without thee,
From that time and that hour I repent of my life.
If once in this world I win a moment with thee,
I will trample on both worlds, I will dance in triumph forever.

(Jalal Al-Din Rumi - 1207-1273)

In Martin Buber: Ecstatic Confessions

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