What can I do, oh Muslims, as I don’t recognise myself?
I am not a Christian, a Jew, a Magian, or a Muslim.
I am not from the East, nor from the West, nor from the land, nor from the sea.
I am not from the nature, nor from the rotating skies.
I am not of the earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire.
I am not of the empyrean, nor of dust, nor of existence, nor of the entity.
I am not form India, China, Bulgaria, or Greece.
I am not from the kingdom of Iraq, nor the country of Khorasan.
I am not from this world, nor from the next, nor from Paradise, nor from Hell.
I am neither from Adam, nor from Eve, nor from Eden, nor from Rizwan.
My place is without-place, mi signal is without-signal.
I have neither body nor soul, as I belong to the soul of the Loved one.
I have got rid of duality, I have seen that the two worlds are one;
One I search, One I know, One I see, One I call.
He is the First, he is the Last, he is the Revealed, He is the Hidden.
Beyond He and He is I know no other.
I am inebriated by the cup of love, the two worlds have disappeared from my life; I have no other thing to do but tipsiness and rapture.
(Jalal al-Din Rumi, Persian Sufi poet, 13th century)