If You Knew The Secret Of Life,

When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.

The Beginning Of Pride And Hatred Lies In Worldly Desire, And The Strength Of Your Desire If From Habit. When An Evil Tendency Becomes Confirmed By Habit, Rage Is Triggered When Anyone Restrains You.

Last Night You Left Me And Slept Your Own Deep Sleep. Tonight You Turn And Turn. I Say, 'you And I Will Be Together Till The Universe Dissolves.' You Mumble Back Things You Thought Of When You Were Drunk.

There Is A Loneliness More Precious Than Life. There Is A Freedom More Precious Than The World. Infinitely More Precious Than Life And The World Is That Moment When One Is Alone With God.

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.