I am a hole in the flute that the Christ's breath moves through listen to this musicI am the concert from the mouth of every creaturesinging with the myriad chorusQuote by Hafiz

Love isThe funeral pyreWhere I have laid my living body.All the false notions of myselfThat once caused fear, pain,Have turned to ashAs I neared God.What has risenFrom the tangled web of thought and sinewNow shines with jubilationThrough the eyes of angelsAnd screams from the guts of Infinite existenceItself.Love is the funeral pyreWhere the heart must layIts body.

I should not make any promises right now,But I know if youPraySomewhere in this world -Something good will happen.

...Fear is the cheapest room in the house.I would like to see you livingIn better conditions.For your mother and my motherWere friends....

At Some pointYour relationshipWith GodWillBecome like this:Next time you meet Him in the forestOr on a crowded city streetThere won't be anymore"Leaving."That is,God will climb intoYour pocket.You will simply just takeYourselfAlong!

You don’t have to act crazy anymore—We all know you were good at that,Now retire, my dear,From all that hard work you doOf bringing pain to your sweet eyes and heart.Look in a clear mountain mirrorSee the beautiful ancient warriorAnd the divine elements You always carry insideThat infused this universe with sacred lifeSo long ago

Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!

Is not most talkingA crazed defense of a crumbling fort?I thought we came hereTo surrender in Silence.

You carry/All the ingredients/To turn your life into a nightmare--/Don't mix them!

Every child has known God,Not the God of names,Not the God of don'ts,Not the God who ever doesAnything weird,But the God who knows only 4 wordsAnd keeps repeating them, saying:"Come Dance with Me."Come Dance.