You Are Right,Sahara
You are right, Sahara. There are no mists, or veils, or distances. But the mist is
surrounded by a mist; and the veil is hidden behind a veil; and the distance
continually draws away from the distance. That is why there are no mists, or veils, or
distances. That is why it is called The Great Distance of Mist and Veils. It is here that
The Traveler becomes The Wanderer, and The Wanderer becomes The One Who Is
Lost, and The One Who Is Lost becomes The Seeker, and The Seeker becomes The
Passionate Lover, and The Passionate Lover becomes The Beggar, and The Beggar
becomes The Wretch, and The Wretch becomes The One Who Must Be Sacrificed,
and The One Who Must Be Sacrificed becomes The Resurrected One and The
Resurrected One becomes The One Who has Transcended The Great Distance of Mist
and Veils. Then for a thousand years, or the rest of the afternoon, such a One spins in
the Blazing Fire of Changes, embodying all the transformations, one after the other,
and then beginning again, and then ending again, 86,000 times a second. Then such a
one, if he is a man, is ready to love the woman Sahara; and such a one, if she is a
woman, is ready to love the man who can put into song The Great Distance of Mist
and Veils. Is it you who are waiting, Sahara, or is it I?
Autor(es): Leonard Cohen
