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 burning upon 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