I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At

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.

Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots, The String Is Still But One.

Grief Can Be The Garden Of Compassion. If You Keep Your Heart Open Through Everything, Your Pain Can Become Your Greatest Ally In Your Life's Search For Love And Wisdom.

When You Lose All Sense Of Self The Bonds Of A Thousands Chains Will Vanish. Lose Yourself Completely, Return To The Root Of The Root Of Your Own Soul.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.