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

When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.

Idle man, chases after fairy tales.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged.

In the sea of love, I melt like salt Faith, Doubt - they both dissolve. A star is opening in my heart . The worlds turn in it.

Go to the well of deep Love inside each of Us.