The Soul Is A Stranger Trying To

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

When You Stop Admiring Yourself And Let The Eyes Of The Heart Open Your Vision To Vast Other Worlds Then All You Do, Will Become Admirable

Why Struggle To Open A Door Between Us When The Whole Wall Is An Illusion?

Say Bismillah, In The Name Of God, As The Shaykh Does With A Knife When He Offers An Animal. Bismillah Your Old Self To Find Your Real Name. - Jalaluddin Al