You Have Escaped The Cage. Your Wings

The Testing Of Good And Bad Is In Order That The Gold May Boil And Bring The Scum To The Top.

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.

How Do I Know Who I Am Or Where I Am? How Could A Single Wave Locate Itself In An Ocean.

Everything In The Universe Is A Pitcher Brimming With Wisdom And Beauty.

Let The Beauty We Love Do What We Do.