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

If you #‎ love love, look for yourself.

Discard yourself and thereby regain yourself. Spread the trap of humility and ensnare love.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.