Rub Your Eyes, And Look Again At

There Are A Thousand Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground; There Are A Thousand Ways To Go Home Again.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Heart, And That Depends Upon How Much He Has Polished It. Whoever Has Polished It More Sees More - More Unseen Forms Become Manifest To Him.

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.

Whatever You Know, Or Don’t - Only Love Is Real.

All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing Joy.