I have no name ~ J. K.
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 mounted on the high alters, 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.
I have no name.
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti