Almustafa, to urned to tich of remembrance.
And as ood upon its prow, and .
And ;Beo to t is t she riddle save our own passion?
quot;to t anoto sound ry of our on rock and sand?
quot;For t needs turn to mist. tless nebulae o t become mist once more and learn of t is t so ts except it be broken unto passion and freedom?
quot;For ever s of t breaks nurses our deeper sorro it is also to form and fasiny.quot;
t;Master, you ained our longing for t you speak of sorro s;
And ;Did I not speak of freedom, and of t it is in pain I make pilgrimage to to a g of one slain come to kneel before t;
And anot;Beitudes on told even to a you.quot;
And Almustafa looked afar upon titudes, and .
t reaty.
And ;And er ant land. it I t I do t fall to to them for bread and wine.
quot;I kno , but the sky.
quot;Even so, loves ill upon me, and you, my mariners, still sail my vision, and I s be dumb. I s w, and I s;
And troubled in ts because ;Master, teacand.quot;
t;Brougo to be a teac yet oo young am I and too verdant to speak of aug self, whe deep.
quot;Let in ttercup or in a pincill till I s dreaming t I s;
And noered to tood once more amongst cry arose from ts so t thin him.
And t aing , for t: quot; I s open my lips t t to t.quot;
t;t;
And enderness, for it hered her.
And ;t my longing arry rod, nor did I sound ts times measurements and times soundings.
quot;ts t ion. Yet parting is naug an exion of t parted.quot;
And Almustafa looked upon tal and toucenance; and upon t of longing and of questioning. And one spoke and said: quot;Master, life bitterly s are troubled, and understand. I pray you, comfort us, and open to us t;
And ;Life is older ty iful rutrut tered.
quot;Life sings in our silences, and dreams in our slumber. Even he day, and is free even when we drag our chains.
quot;Oftentimes ter names, but only able, but only is drunken h over-mindfulness of self.
quot;Life is deep and ant; and t vision can reac, yet s, test cry becomes a spring and an autumn in .
quot;And Life is veiled and er self is urn also into ;
And silence enfolded ted of their aching.
And traigo hers.
And ter it of all o spread t of er the manner of his people.
But tain of ;Suffer o go upon ;
And eps, for t ain of told trained t of their desire.
Only Karima after tle turned and unto ree s, yet s wherefore.
And Almustafa came and found tered in, and closed te t no man miger him.
And for forty days and forty nig alone in t Garden, and none came, not even unto te, for it he would be alone.
And e t t come in.
And to be cogethese were his disciples.
And on a morning around ances and remembrances in disciple er, tell us of ty of Orp land ;
And Almustafa , and oo ettle in his silence.
t;My friends and my road-felloy tion t is full of beliefs and empty of religion.
quot;Pity tion t does not s a bread it does not , and drinks a flo from its own winepress.
quot;Pity tion t acclaims t deems ttering conqueror bountiful.
quot;Pity tion t despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening.
quot;Pity tion t raises not its voice save s not except he block.
quot;Pity tion esman is a fox, of patching and mimicking.
quot;Pity tion t s nerumpetings, and fareo rumpetings again.
quot;Pity tion in the cradle.
quot;Pity tion divided into fragments, eac deeming itself a nation.quot;