Who Am I?

              Why does a date-palm lose its leaves in autumn?            Why does every beautiful face grow in old age            Wrinkled like the back of a Libyan lizard?            Why does a full head of hair get bald?            Why is the tall, straight figure            That divided the ranks like a spear            Now bent almost double?            Why is it that the            Lion's strength weakens to nothing?            The wrestler who could hold anyone down            Is led out with two people supporting him,            Their shoulders under his arms?            God answers,            "They put on borrowed robes            And pretended they were theirs.            I take the beautiful clothes back,            So that you will learn the robe            Of appearance is only a loan."            Your lamp was lit from another lamp.            All God wants is your gratitude for that.                                        -Rumi (“Mathnavi”)  

What can I do? I do not know myself. I am neither Christian nor Jew, neither Zoroastrian nor Muslim, I am not from east or west, not from land or sea, Not from the shafts of nature nor from the spheres of the firmament, Not of the earth, not of water, not of air, not of fire. I am not from the highest heaven, not from this world, not from existence, not from being. I am not from India, not from China, not from Bulgar, not from Saqsin, Not from the realm of the two Iraqs, not from the land of Khurasan I am not from the world, not from beyond, Not from heaven and not from hell. I am not from Adam, not from Eve, not from paradise and not from Ridwan. My place is placeless, my trace is traceless, No body, no soul, I am from the soul of souls. I have chased out duality, lived the two worlds as one. One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call. He is the first, he is the last, he is the outer, he is the inner. Beyond "He" and "He is" I know no other. I am drunk from the