Love Itself Describes Its Own Perfection. Be

We Are The Sun With All The Different Kinds Of Light.

I Am An Ark In The Swift Flood Of Time, And My Companions, A Fellowship. Who Throws In With Us Sails Into Light.

Let Yourself Be Loved, O Beloved, In The One. And From This One Move Out Into The World, Carrying Within You The Great Potent Energies Of Life To Green Your World, To Create Planets, Suns, Stars, Stones, Waves, Oceans, To Create New Forms Of Life And Expression - Whether A Friendship, A Feeling Or A New Form Of Vocation.

O, Happy The Soul That Saw Its Own Faults.

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.