If You Want To Ascend Like The

My Religion Is To Be Alive From Love.

My Beloved Grows Right Out Of My Own Heart. How Much More Union Can There Be.

If The Beautiful One Is Not Inside You, Then What Is That Light Hidden Under Your Cloak?

In Your Light I Learn How To Love. In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems. You Dance Inside My Chest Where No-one Sees You, But Sometimes I Do, And That Sight Becomes This Art.

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.