I Hear A Drum In My Soul's

Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said, Or Heard.

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.

Tonight The Moon Kisses The Stars. O Beloved,be Like That To Me!

Sell Not Yourself At Little Price, Being So Precious In God's Eyes.

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.