Your Radiance Shines In Every Atom Of

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.

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.

Know Then That The Body Is Merely A Garment. Go Seek The Wearer, Not The Cloak.

I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is Love Surely My Master Won't Let Me Grow To Be A Fool.