The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With

I Am The Dust In The Sunlight, I Am The Ball Of The Sun . . . I Am The Mist Of Morning, The Breath Of Evening . . . . I Am The Spark In The Stone, The Gleam Of Gold In The Metal . . . . The Rose And The Nightingale Drunk With Its Fragrance. I Am The Chain Of Being, The Circle Of The Spheres, The Scale Of Creation, The Rise And The Fall. I Am What Is And Is Not . . . I Am The Soul In All.

Your Worst Enemy Is Hiding Within Yourself, And That Enemy Is Your Nafs Or False Ego.

My Friend, The Sufi Is The Friend Of The Present Moment. To Say Tomorrow Is Not Our Way.

Not Christian Or Jew Or Muslim, Not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi, Or Zen. Not Any Religion Or Cultural System. I Am Not From The East Or The West, Not Out Of The Ocean Or Up From The Ground, Not Natural Or Ethereal, Not Composed Of Elements At All. I Do Not Exist, Am Not An Entity In This World Or The Next, Did Not Descend From Adam Or Eve Or Any Origin Story. My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless. Neither Body Or Soul. I Belong To The Beloved, Have Seen The Two Worlds As One And That One Call To And Know, First, Last, Outer, Inner, Only That Breath Breathing Human Being.

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.