What am I? You may let me to get help from Sachal Sarmast the Sufi Poet of Sindh.
\"WHAT AM I?
What am I? Sisters! Oh what am I?
I am something, I know not what.
At times I think myself a marionette,
Again at times the thread that moves the kite.
Or am I a spinning ball that wheels and sounds in the hand
of the friend?
Or am I a palace in which the Emperor sits and speaks of
diverse tales?
Is it I, the horse whom the rider rides?
Maybe, I am a wave of the sea that floods the space.
Perhaps I am the henna flower that has red inside!
Or am I the fountain filled by the clouds?
Or am I the reflection of the sun in the pool?
Is the reflection itself the resplendent light?
Perhaps it is I, the reflection of Reality, that which is
beyond speech; it maybe even that I am not!
Sachal says he learnt it from the Master,
\"There is nothing but He, He always is.\"

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HERE AND THERE
Who was I there?
What am I here?
There I had another name,
Here I am called differently.
I was not to come here
But some desire carried me away.
There I was in the Beloved\'s State,
Here I came to be a lover.
There it was all peace, neither noise nor trouble,
Here I am immersed in anxious thought.
Ah Sachal! Why misconceive?
All is Truth, only let go this \"I\"

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I believe not in the outer religion,
I live ever in love.
Say Amen! When love comes to you.
Love is neither with the infidels nor with the faithful.
Look at the wonder of love.