By God, When You See Your Beauty

The Soul Which Cannot Endure Fire And Smoke Won't Find The Secret.

Either Give Me More Wine Or Leave Me Alone.

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.

Everyone Turns Toward Someone. Look For One Scarred By The King's Polo Stick.

A Soul Which Is Not Clothed With The Inner Garment Of Love Should Be Ashamed Of Its Existence.