I Have No Name For What Circles

Gamble Everything For Love, If You Are A True Human Being. If Not, Leave This Gathering. Half-heartedness Doesn’t Reach Into Majesty.

I Have Lived On The Lip Of Insanity, Wanting To Know Reasons, Knocking On A Door. It Opens. I've Been Knocking From The Inside.

Everyone Sleeps, Except Lovers, Who Stay Awake, Telling Stories To God

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.

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?