If You Desire Healing, Let Yourself Fall

Your Mind, This Globe Of Awareness, Is A Starry Universe. When You Push Off With Your Foot, A Thousand New Roads Become Clear.

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.

When You See Anyone Complaining Of Such And Such A Person's Ill-nature And Bad Temper, Know That The Complainant Is Bad-tempered, Forasmuch As He Speaks Ill Of That Bad-tempered Person, Because He Alone Is Good-tempered Who Is Quietly Forbearing Towards The Bad-tempered And Ill-natured.

Don't Try To Steer The Boat. Don't Open Shop For Yourself. Listen. Keep Silent. You Are Not God's Mouthpiece. Try To Be An Ear, And If You Do Speak, Ask For Explanations.

You Are A Volume In The Divine Book A Mirror To The Power That Created The Universe Whatever You Want, Ask It Of Yourself Whatever You’re Looking For Can Only Be Found Inside Of You