When Soul Rises Into Lips

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.

I Wonder From These Thousand Of "me's", Which One Am I? Listen To My Cry, Do Not Drown My Voice I Am Completely Filled With The Thought Of You. Don't Lay Broken Glass On My Path I Will Crush It Into Dust. I Am Nothing, Just A Mirror In The Palm Of Your Hand, Reflecting Your Kindness, Your Sadness, Your Anger. If You Were A Blade Of Grass Or A Tiny Flower I Will Pitch My Tent In Your Shadow. Only Your Presence Revives My Withered Heart. You Are The Candle That Lights The Whole World And I Am An Empty Vessel For Your Light. Rumi - "hidden Music

If You Desire Healing, Let Yourself Fall Ill Let Yourself Fall Ill.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself

I Am Pure Light, Not Just A Fistful Of Clay. The Shell Is Not Me, I Came As The Royal Pearl Within. Look At Me Not With Outward Eye But With Inward Vision Of The Heart; Follow Me There And See How Unencumbered We Become.