I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At

Lovers O Lovers, Lovers It Is Time To Set Out From The World. I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depths Of The Stars. Our Camel Driver Is At Work; The Caravan Is Being Readied. He Asks That We Forgive Him For The Disturbance He Has Caused Us, He Asks Why We Travellers Are Asleep. Everywhere The Murmur Of Departure; The Stars, Like Candles Thrust At Us From Behind Blue Veils, And As If To Make The Invisible Plain, A Wondrous People Have Come Forth.

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.

We Gather At Night To Celebrate Being Human. Sometimes We Call Out Low To The Tambourine. Fish Drink The Sea, But The Sea Does Not Get Smaller! We Eat The Clouds And Evening Light. We Are Slaves Tasting The Royal Wine.

When The Light Returns To Its Source, It Takes Nothing Of What It Has Illuminated.

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.