Do Not Worry If All The Candles

I Saw Grief Drinking A Cup Of Sorrow And Called Out, 'it Tastes Sweet, Does It Not?' 'you've Caught Me,' Grief Answered, 'and You've Ruined My Business. How Can I Sell Sorrow, When You Know It's A Blessing?

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.

Travelers, It Is Late. Life's Sun Is Going To Set. During These Brief Days That You Have Strength, Be Quick And Spare No Effort Of Your Wings

Never Be Without Remembrance Of Him, For His Remembrance Gives Strength And Wings To The Bird Of The Spirit.

You Have Been A Prisoner Of A Little Pond I Am The Ocean And Its Turbulent Flood Come Merge With Me Leave This World Of Ignorance