I’m walking through the desert,

Chasing a shadow I seem to know

Down an alley of veiled faces,

Looking inward, radiating outward —

With a soul-light.


And while I wander, not so lonely,

The Achkaba is sitting on my shoulder —

Now a raven, now a falcon, now a cat —

Whispering secrets I don’t comprehend.


But when I’m looking for him,

He’s sitting on a hill, shrouded in darkness,

Not saying a thing,

Making me wonder, who I am.


But although I roam alone and in silence —

My spirit shivering in the night —

I know, my confusion won’t last.