Without The Frown Of Clouds And Lightning,

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.

If You Wish For Light, Be Ready To Receive Light.

All Your Restlessness Is Out Of Your Desire For Stillness Just Desire Restlessly, Then, Love Will Fill And Still You. All Your Unhealthiness Is Out Of Your Desire For Health, Just Abandon Health, Then, Even Poison Will Heal You.

I Am Part Of The Load Not Rightly Balanced . . .