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.
