Sometimes You Hear A Voice Through 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.

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.

You Sit Here For Days Saying, This Is A Strange Business. You're The Strange Business. You Have The Energy Of The Sun In You, But You Keep Knotting It Up At The Base Of Your Spine.

Put Your Thoughts To Sleep, Do Not Let Them Cast A Shadow Over The Moon Of Your Heart. Let Go Of Thinking.

Die Happily And Look Forward To Taking Up A New And Better Form. Like The Sun, Only When You Set In The West Can You Rise In The East.