Whenever We Manage To Love Without Expectations,

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.

I Love Myself...i Love You. I Love You...i Love Myself.

Oh Lovers, Where Are You Going? Who Are You Looking For? Your Beloved Is Right Here.

All The World Loves You, But You Are Nowhere To Be Found, Hidden And Yet . . . Completely Obvious!

This Is Enough Was Always True. We Just Haven't Seen It.