Behind Every Atom Of This World Hides

Don't Be Satisfied With Stories, How Things Have Gone With Others. Unfold Your Own Myth.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky

Sell Your Presence And Purchase Bewilderment.

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.

Load The Ship And Set Out. No One Knows For Certain Whether The Vessel Will Sink Or Reach The Harbor. Cautious People Say, 'i'll Do Nothing Until I Can Be Sure.' Merchants Know Better. If You Do Nothing, You Lose. Don't Be One Of Those Merchants Who Wont Risk The Ocean.