Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The

Everyone Turns Toward Someone. Look For One Scarred By The King's Polo Stick.

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.

How Can You Ever Hope To Know The Beloved Without Becoming In Every Cell The Lover?

I Will Soothe You And Heal You, I Will Bring You Roses. I Too Have Been Covered With Thorns.

Come Into My Eyes, And Look At Me Through Them, For I Have Chosen A Home Far Beyond What Eyes Can See.