God's Purpose For Man Is To Acquire

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

In The Garden I See Only Your Face From Trees And Blossoms I Inhale Only Your Fragrance.

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

Go My Friend Bestow Your Love Even On Your Enemies If You Touch Their Hearts What Do You Think Will Happen.

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.