The Only Thing That Will Keep You

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

If Your Thought Is A Rose, You Are A Rose Garden; And If It Is A Thistle, You Are Fuel For The Fire.

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.

Passion Makes The Old Medicine New: Passion Lops Off The Bough Of Weariness. Passion Is The Elixir That Renews: How Can There Be Weariness When Passion Is Present? Oh, Don't Sigh Heavily From Fatigue: Seek Passion, Seek Passion, Seek Passion!

That Moon Which The Sky Never Saw Even In Dreams Has Risen Again