This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm

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.

Soul Of All Souls, Life Of All Life - You Are That. Seen And Unseen, Moving And Unmoving - You Are That.

Speak A New Language So That The World Will Be A New World.

Ways Of Worshipping Are Not To Be Ranked As Better Or Worse Than One Another . . . It's All Praise, And It's All Right.

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.