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I am like the cool breezes of the mountains,
I have no shelter, I’m like that roam the waters.
I have no sanctuaries, like the Dark Gods
I’m not even the shadow of deep temples.
I have no sacred books
Nor am I matured in the tradition.
I’m not in the incense
Climbing to the high altar,
Not in great pomp of ceremonies.
I’m not the graven image
Not the rich melodious singing voice.
I do not care to theories
I am not corrupted by beliefs.
I am not caught in the bondage of creeds
Not pious priests in trouble.
I am not bound by philosophies
Not tied to the power of their sects.
I’m not high nor low,
Neither soft nor harsh.
I am the worshiper and the worshiped.
I am free.
My sound is the sound of the river
Claiming the endless seas -
Wandering, wandering …
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