GOD Has Planted in Your Heart [ ] The Desire To Search For HIM. Do Not Look At Your Weaknesses But Focus on The Search. Every Seeker is Worthy of This Search. Strive To Redouble Your Efforts, So That Your Soul May Escape From This Material Prison.

There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .

Don’t wait any longer. Dive in the ocean, Leave and let the sea be you.

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

Although I may try to describe Love, When I experience it, I am speechless.

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.

The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.