If You Have No Eyes, Do Not

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

In Truth Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved, And Our Seeking Is His Seeking And Our Words Are His Words... We Search For Him Here And There, While Looking Right At Him. Sitting By His Side, We Ask: 'o Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?'

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

To Become Spiritual, You Must Die To Self, And Come Alive In The Lord. Only Then Will The Mysteries Of God Fall From Your Lips. To Die To Self Through Self-discipline Causes Suffering But Brings You Everlasting Life.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.