Lots Of Ways To Reach God, I

Every Forest Branch Moves Differently In The Breeze, But As They Sway They Connect At The Roots.

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

My Place Is The Placeless, My Trace Is The Traceless ; 'tis Neither Body Nor Soul, For I Belong To The Soul Of The Beloved. I Have Put Duality Away, I Have Seen That The Two Worlds Are One; One I Seek, One I Know, One I See, One I Call.

Are You Searching For The River Of Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Prison. Leave The Stream And Join The River That Flows Into The Ocean.

God Works In Mysterious Ways. Things May Look Good Outwardly, But There May Be Evil Contained Inside. Let No One Be Deluded By Pride That He Himself Has Conceived Good Ideas Or Done Good Deeds. If Everything Were As It Seemed, The Prophet Would Not Have Cried Out With Such Illuminated And Illuminating Perspicacity, Show Me Things As They Are! You Make Things Appear Beautiful When In Reality They Are Ugly; You Make Things Appear Ugly When In Reality They Are Beautiful. Show Us Therefore Each Thing As It Is Lest We Fall Into A Snare And Be Ever Errant.