Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing

What A Piece Of Bread Looks Like Depends On Whether You Are Hungry Or Not.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?

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 The Next, Did Not Descend From Adam Or 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.

If You Want To Be More Alive, Love Is The Truest Health.

If My Head Holds One Thought Wise And Clear, It's You. Poor As I Am, What I Hold Dear Is You. No Matter How I See Myself, I'm Nothing ... Anything I Am Entirely Is You!