SUNDAY WISDOM
ONLY BREATH
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 the next,
did not descend from Adam or Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved.
–Rumi poem.

December 16th, 2007 at 10:15 pm
Very mystical, I like it.
December 17th, 2007 at 3:59 am
That’s so awesome. I really needed to read it right now. Thanks!
Look: http://www.aquarius1962.org
December 17th, 2007 at 2:35 pm
People always ask me what nationality I am when I was younger and now. Sometimes I don’t think, I would reply, “I’m American.” “No, what are your parents?” “American!” “Yes, I know that but is your mother Japanese?” I think I’m just the melting pot.” And my girlfriend said, “It’s the way you do your eyeliner.”
December 17th, 2007 at 3:48 pm
I am gravity that keeps you grounded. I am a whisper that gently caresses, tickles the senses. I am the fire that dances deep within the volcanoes. I am the reflection of the giver of life. The drink of untold mysteries, pure and simple. I am water, the hydration of life, The alluring scent of Innocence. I am the earth.
December 18th, 2007 at 12:24 pm
Reunited with Vera and watching the setting sun gilding the Statue of Liberty, David Quixano has a prophetic vision: “It is the Fires of God round His Crucible. There she lies, the great Melting-Pot–Listen! Can’t you hear the roaring and the bubbling? There gapes her mouth, the harbor where a thousand mammoth feeders come from the ends of the world to pour in their human freight.” David foresees how the American melting pot will make the nation’s immigrants transcend their old animosities and differences and will fuse them into one people: “Here shall they all unite to build the Republic of Man and the Kingdom of God.”
The Melting Pot, by Zangwill