To Me Nothing In The World Is

And He Misses Her Like A Wind Starved Sail He Sits Knowing What Direction To Go But The Current Keeps Pulling Him Down River.

Wherever Water Flows, Life Flourishes: Wherever Tears Fall, Divine Mercy Is Shown.

There Is A Window Between Heart And Heart: They Are Never Separate Like Two Bodies. Two Lamps May Not Be United In Their Form - But Their Light Merges Into Each Other.

If I Gaze At My Beloved She May Feel Embarrassed And If I Do Not, She Will Feel Neglected. I Can See The Stars Reflecting In The Calm Water Of Her Face But If I Look Away I Lose My Clarity.

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.