Sound of fire. In a place where no one else appeared. O night that has united The Lover with His beloved, Transforming the beloved in her Lover. Upon my flowering breast Which I kept wholly for Him alone, There He lay sleeping, And I caressing Him There in a breeze from the fanning cedars. When the breeze blew from the turret Parting His hair, He wounded my neck With His gentle hand, Suspending all my senses.
Stage lights begin to fade.
The sound of wind through mountain trees fades up. Lights fade up revealing Mt. Carmel, upstage center. There are three paths leading to the summit. Also upstage on raised platform is Chorus of Four Hooded Brothers. To reach satisfaction in all desire its possession in nothing.