Your Real "country" Is Where

I Drank That Wine Of Which The Soul Is Its Vessel. Its Ecstasy Has Stolen My Intellect Away. A Light Came And Kindled A Flame In The Depth Of My Soul. A Light So Radiant That The Sun Orbits Around It Like A Butterfly.

This Is Not A Day For Asking Questions, Not A Day On Any Calendar. This Day Is Conscious Of Itself. This Day Is A Lover, Bread, And Gentleness, More Manifest Than Saying Can Say.

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

Go To The Well Of Deep Love Inside Each Of Us.

Shams, My Body Is A Candle Touched With Fire.