This is a prelude to a new post coming tomorrow about the recognition of my loss of identity and others’ need for ‘the story’.
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 mere
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
~ Rumi
After 2 visits with Ingrid, I recognize that others see what I do not see. I have/am shedding all that has no use, no truth, no loveliness. Letting go of what I know and have lived in for years in order to experience unknown possibilities. Comfort and much love for myself. It is possible to love and care for others and not yourself. Gonna find out how much better life is being myself in truth and love…. Grateful….