Don't look for me in human form, I am the fragrance within the rose, I am the secret whispered between the lover and the beloved. You wander the world looking for a spark to light your path, Not knowing that the entire Sun is hidden behind your ribs. Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion. Why do you stay in prison, when the door is so wide open? Your depression is connected to your insolence and your refusal to praise, Burn your thoughts, and keep only the Beloved in your gaze. The wound is the place where the Light enters you, It is the crack in the cup that lets the wine pour through. Don't turn your head away; keep your gaze on the bandaged place, That is where the healing begins, by the touch of His grace. I am not from the East, nor from the West, I have no home, no boundary, no place to rest. I have stripped away my 'self' like an old, tattered coat, I am the ocean, the wave, and the lonely drifting boat.