Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same.

If the spiritual universe and the way to it were shown, No one would remain in this world for a single moment.

Everything is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. Emptiness brings peace to your loving. Everything else, disease. In this world of trickery, emptiness is what your soul wants.

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.

In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.

You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.