Open Your Hands If You Want To

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.

Whenever Beauty Looks, Love Is Also There; Whenever Beauty Shows A Rosy Cheek Love Lights Her Fire From That Flame. When Beauty Dwells In The Dark Folds Of Night Love Comes And Finds A Heart Entangled In Tresses. Beauty And Love Are As Body And Soul. Beauty Is The Mine, Love Is The Diamond.

Take Someone Who Doesn't Keep Score, Who's Not Looking To Be Richer, Or Afraid Of Losing, Who Has Not The Slightest Interest Even In His Own Personality: He's Free.

If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

All That You Think Is Rain Is Not. Behind The Veil Angels Sometimes Weep.