Be lost in the call

Knowledge of mysteries; my Master revealed to the soul
Dies away; the caller and the called
Melts away the lover and the beloved

The breath comes cruel; not from the mouth
yet cuts so deep, the fresh roots of my being
throws into pieces; the green foliage of my deeds 

Oh the prisoner of the form; 
Enough is said about the ugly and beautiful 
Plenty whispered about the sinner and dreadful 

Waste Not, in the unsavory corpse
Dawdle Not, in the deserts of erring

Find your way; seek your force
Thread your path; stir your soul

To witness your beloved; 

topple your walls; bury your hurdle

You are the veil that covers your treasure 
You are the oyster that wanders in the sea

Come O voyager 
Fly your wings and wander no more 
Be lost in the call and see your pearl growing within.