If You Wish To Shine Like Day,

Why Are You So Enchanted By This World, When A Mine Of Gold Lies Within You?

Gratitude Is The Wine For The Soul. Go On. Get Drunk.

Your Longing For Me Is My Message To You, All Your Attempts To Reach Me, Are In Reality My Attempts To Reach You.

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.

Love Is The Ark Appointed For The Righteous, Which Annuls The Danger And Provides A Way Of Escape. Sell Your Cleverness And Buy Bewilderment. Cleverness Is Mere Opinion, Bewilderment Intuition.