No One Knows What Makes The Soul

The Soul Is A Stranger Trying To Find A Home Somewhere That Is Not A Where.

Know The True Definition Of Yourself. That Is Essential. Then, When You Know Your Own Definition, Flee From It.

The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy.

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.

The Art Of Knowing Is Knowing What To Ignore.