Words Are A Pretext. It Is The

Not Christian Or Jew Or Muslim, Not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi Or Zen. Not Any Religion Or Cultural System. I Am Not Of The East, Nor Of The West.... My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

Clean Out Your Ears, Don't Listen For What You Already Know.

Many Of The Faults You See In Others, Dear Reader, Are Your Own Nature Reflected In Them.

From The Moment You Entered This World Of Existence, A Ladder Was Put In Front Of You So You Could Escape.

War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless, And Contemptible.