Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn.

Don't Insist On Going Where You Think You Want To Go. Ask The Way To The Spring.

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.

Absorbed In This World, You've Made It Your Burden. Rise Above This World. There Is Another Vision. All Your Life You've Paid Attention To Your Experiences, But Never To Your Self. Are You Searching For Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Prision. Leave The Stream And Join The River That Flows Into The Ocean. It Will Not Lead You Astray. Let The Beauty You Seek Be What You Do.

Where Lowland Is, That's Where Water Goes. All Medicine Wants Is Pain To Cure.

Stop, Open Up, Surrender The Beloved Blind Silence. Stay There Until You See You're Looking At The Light With Infinite Eyes.