I am as the fresh breeze of mountains.
I have no shelter;
I am as the wandering waters.
I have no sactuary, 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 neigther in the graven image,
Nor in the rich chant of a melodious voice.
I am not bound by theories,
Nor corrupted by beleifs.
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.
- JK