God Made The Illusion Look Real And

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.

Although You See The Pit, You Cannot Avoid It.

Very High, Very Grand, And Very Wise Is The Ocean Of God, The Water Of Life. You Went After The Form And Were Lead Astray. How Can You See It? You Abandoned The Truth. Sometimes It Is Named "tree," Sometimes "sun," Sometimes "ocean," Sometimes "cloud," One Thing From Which Scores Of Discoveries Arise, Its Slightest Definition An Everlasting Life.

Earth Tries To Work Sorcery On Us, Saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, But We Outwit That Spell By Enjoying This Now.

You Must Ask For What You Really Want. / Don't Go Back To Sleep. / The Door Is Round And Open. / Don't Go Back To Sleep.