O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

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.

In Our Hearts There Burns A Fire... That Burns All Veils To Their Root And Foundation When Those Veils Have Been Burned Away Then The Heart Will Understand Completely. Ancient Love Will Unfold Ever-fresh Forms In The Heart Of The Spirit, In The Core Of The Heart.

Know That The Outward Form Passes Away, But The World Of Reality Remains Forever. How Long Will You Play At Loving The Shape Of The Jug? Leave The Jug; Go, Seek The Water!

World Power Means Nothing. Only The Unsayable, Jeweled Inner Life Matters.

Practice Patience; It Is The Essence Of Praise. Have Patience, For That Is True Worship. No Other Worship Is Worth As Much. Have Patience; Patience Is The Key To All Relief.