Traceless Trace

Only Breath

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu

Buddhist, sufi, or zen. 

Not any religion or cultural system. 

I am not from the East or the West, 

not out of the ocean or up from the ground, 

not natural or ethereal, not

composed of elements at all. I do not exist,

am not an entity in this world or in the next,

did not descend from Adam and Eve or any

origin story. My place is placeless, a trace

of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two

worlds as one and that one call to and know,

first, last, outer, inner, only that

breath breathing human being.

(From The Essential Rumi, trans by Coleman Barks)

Perhaps these verses of Rumi, written in the 13th century, have today more resonance than ever, because we live in times of “mixture” where the variety of ideas, creeds and technical accomplishments seems to be greater than ever –at least within the field of modern humanity–, and this pompous exhibition of mixtures appears to be a source of "meaningless conflicts" "distraction" and "aimless wandering", hindering the recognition of That which has no name or form and connects everything and everyone in silence, hic et nunc. 

Yet, how can something be really an obstacle for the traceless? 
May we feel the echo of that invisible Beloved in every living creature, every desire, every joy, every failure, every tear, every delusion, in every gesture of non-being and be grateful for it.
 Would this recognition hint at the very essence and perhaps purpose of the so called human "being"?