Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The

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.

Oh You, Straying Heart, Just Come! Oh You, Aching Liver, Just Come! If The Path To The Gate Is Closed, Take The Way By The Wall, But Come!

Today I Am Wise, So I Am Changing Myself.

A Servant Wants To Be Rewarded For What He Does. A Lover Wants Only To Be In Love's Presence, That Ocean Whose Depth Will Never Be Known.

There Is Some Kiss We Want With The Whole Of Our Lives.