Ah, Holy One, lead me thy way of peace!
For I am weary of my heart's vain wars.
My life is as a desert, where desire
Corrodes me ceaselessly. Instruct my soul
To follow thee home to the gulfs of rest!
That, in renouncement of this bitter will,
It find at last deliverance it has sought.
THE HOLY ONE
My son, thou hast spoken; thou shalt come in time
To that abode. The Buddha's light shall guide
Both thee and me, poor seekers. Bide with me;
And what I know, that shalt thou freely know,
And my peace shall be thy peace....
SATAN
Faust, the gates
Admit one form already.
FAUST
Ah, the gates
Are pearl and silver.... Would that there were space
Within them for such fevered heart as mine—
That with the restlessness of stormy winds
Beats on its barriers!
THE HOLY ONE
There is room for all
Whose souls renounce the world and life and hope
To gain that soundless silence.
OLDHAM