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I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.

Every Moment Is Made Glorious By The Light Of Love.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

Look At These Worlds Spinning Out Of Nothingness. That Is Within Your Power.

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.