An Old Poem of J. Krishnamurti:

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 worshiper and the worshiped.
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.