Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope

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.

Oh Soul! You Worry Too Much. Your Arms Are Heavy With Treasures Of All Kinds.

Be Silent, Only The Hand Of God Can Remove The Burdens Of Your Heart.

Forget Safety. Live Where You Fear To Live. Destroy Your Reputation. Be Notorious.

Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That Rose Is Telling Of The Secrets Of The Universal.