I Said, “i Just Want To Know

Not Christian Or Jew Or Muslim, Not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi Or Zen. Not Any Religion Or Cultural System. I Am Not Of The East, Nor Of The West.... My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same. Every Wonderful Sight Will Vanish, Every Sweet Word Will Fade, But Do Not Be Disheartened, The Source They Come From Is Eternal, Growing, Branching Out, Giving New Life And New Joy. Why Do You Weep? The Source Is Within You And This Whole World Is Springing Up From It.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Hear.

You May Learn To Imitate A Birdcall, But Do You Experience What The Nightingale Feels For The Rose?