I Was Dead, Then Alive. Weeping, Then

Late, By Myself, In The Boat Of Myself, No Light And No Land Anywhere, Cloudcover Thick. I Try To Stay Just Above The Surface, Yet I'm Already Under And Living Within The Ocean.

I Will Be Waiting Here.... For Your Silence To Break, For Your Soul To Shake, For Your Love To Wake!

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey To The Ocean Of Meanings.... Leave And Don't Look Away From The Sun As You Go, In Whose Light You're Sometimes Crescent, Sometimes Full.

Muhammad Says, 'love Of One's Country Is A Part Of The Faith.' But Don't Take That Literally! Your Real 'country' Is Where You're Heading, Not Where You Are. Don't Misread That Hadith.

The World Is Like A Courtroom, With God As Our Judge. We Are Called Upon To Fulfill Our Covenant With God, Who Asked, "am I Not Your Lord?" To Which We Answered, "yea." And Since Here On Earth We Are On Trial, Our Every Word And Action Form The Witness To And The Evidence Of That Agreement.