Swanwick Star Issue No. 10 (2017)

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I Have No Name

 

 

 

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.

 

I have no name,

 

I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.

 

J. Krishnamurti (from the Song of Life)