Open Your Arms If You Want The

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

Wisdom Is Like The Rain. Its Source Is Unlimited, But It Comes Down According To The Season. Grocers Put Sugar In A Bag, But Their Supply Of Sugar Is Not The Amount In The Bag. When You Come To A Grocer, He Has Sugar In Abundance. But He Sees How Much Money You Have Brought And Gives Accordingly. Your Currency On This Path Is Resolution And Faith, And You Are Taught According To Your Resolution And Faith. When You Come Seeking Sugar, They Examine Your Bag To See What Its Capacity Is; Then They Measure Out Accordingly.

We Are All The Same ... All The Same... Longing To Find Our Way Back ... Back To The One ... Back To The Only One!

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.

Half-heartedness Doesn't Reach Into Majesty. You Set Out To Find God, But Then You Keep Stopping For Long Periods At Meanspirited Roadhouses.