Escape From The Black Cloud That Surrounds

What Is The Body? That Shadow Of A Shadow Of Your Love, That Somehow Contains The Entire Universe.

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

Come To The Root Of The Root Of Your Self

Not Christian Or Jew Or Muslim, Not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi Or Zen. Not Any Religion Or Cultural System. I Am Not Of The East, Nor Of The West.... My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

The Breeze At Dawn Has Secrets To Tell You. Don't Go Back To Sleep.