I have no name
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains
I have no shelter
I am as the wandering waters
I have no sanctuary, like the dark gods
Nor am I in the shadow of deep temples
I have no sacred books
Nor am I well-seasoned in tradition
I am not in the incense
Mounting on the high altars
Nor in the pomp of ceremonies
I am neither in the graven image
Nor in the rich chant of a melodious voice
I am not bound by theories
Nor corrupted by beliefs
I am not held in the bondage of religions
Nor in the pious agony of their priests
I am not entrapped by philosophies
Nor held in the power of their sects
I am neither low nor high
I am the worshipper and the worshipped
I am free
My song is the song of the river
Calling for the open seas
Wandering, wandering
I am Life.

J. Krishnamurti
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