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Go away! Shoo! Shoo!

Hey!

Child! Come back here! Bring that back! Ah! Watch it!

Stop!

Little savage!

Eggs, honey, fruit, nuts.

Let's say seven silver ones.

What? Oh, yes, of course. Let me... Almitra!

Quite a handful, your daughter, no?

Actually, she's very sweet.

Yes, like lemons.

With honey.

That's four, five, six... Almitra, I mean it! And seven.

It's the mother's fault. Letting her run wild like an animal.

Sorry, sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Here, here's some.

This one's still good.

These are okay.

It will not happen again.

It takes a village, no?

An apology would be nice.

I said I was sorry.

No, from her. She's the one causing all the trouble.

You know she doesn't speak.

Or won't. Not since her father died.

That was over two years ago.

Look, I'll pay you later. All of you. At the end of the week when I get paid.

And what about all she's stolen?

My daughter.

He's not a thief!

Hey, Amitra,

look. We found the cat that got your tongue.

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Darling, pay no attention to them.

They're just dumb kids.

What's this?

Baby,

I know you miss your father.

Me too.

And if I could bring him back, I would.

But it's just us now.

And you know what?

We're gonna be all right.

We just need to stick... Together.

You know what I miss the most?

Your voice.

All right, my little one.

It's cool for you and work for me Try to be good, okay?

Almitra. Why are you following me?

You know you're supposed to be in school.

Well, there's no time to take you all the way back. And I can't lose this job.

I guess you're just gonna have to come with me.

But listen, you better not take anything.

I'm serious, Almitra. In this family, we do not steal.

Understood?

Good morning, Halim.

Morning,

ma'am.

Are you okay?

Excellent.

Oh, you brought along some help today.

Or perhaps you're a spy.

Yeah, she's the leader of the resistance.

Excuse me. Wait! Don't go yet.

I mean, I can't allow entry without the appropriate documents for the

girl. What?

Oh, come on, Halim. I don't have time for this. I got work to do. You know

this prisoner is a high security risk.

A dangerous criminal.

Why do you think they assigned me to guard him? I have no idea.

Hey!

Fine. Then you can babysit her.

She's very well behaved, by the way.

Shouldn't give you any trouble at all.

So,

Almitra. What do you do for fun?

Jeez.

Hey! What did you say to him?

Almost.

Okay.

This is great. I'm having a wonderful day.

Hey, come back here.

That's my hat.

It's an official hat, you know. It's a government hat.

Come back here.

Do I hear a mouse?

Careful, little mouse.

There are traps everywhere.

I never get visitors.

It'd be nice to have a chat, even with a mouse.

Oh, where did you go?

Little mouse.

No,

not there.

Cookie jar.

Hello?

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

No. Not there either.

Well. Hmm.

Aha! There you are.

Oh.

in a cage.

Want a cookie, little mouse?

My name's Mustafa.

What's yours?

Aha, Almitra.

That's a pretty name.

Well, Almitra, there are all kinds of cages.

This house has been mine for seven years.

My crime?

Poetry.

Deleted with the mouse traps. Quick!

We prisoners have to be sneaky.

You know what's funny?

They think I'm their prisoner.

But I've flown away many times.

Oh, yes.

Right out that window.

High above the whole island.

Let me tell you a secret.

We are not imprisoned by houses.

or our bodies, not even by other people.

We are spirits.

Free as the wind.

It's a secret not everyone knows.

I have seen people throw themselves down and worship their own freedom.

Like slaves before a tyrant.

Praising him.

Though he slays them.

I have seen the freest among them wear their freedom as a handcuff.

And my heart bled within me.

For you can only be free when you no longer speak of freedom as a goal.

And how can you be free unless you break the chains you have fastened around

yourself?

In truth, that which you call freedom is the strongest of these chains, though

its links glitter in the sun.

And to become free, what would you remove that is not a part of yourself?

If it's a tyrant, his throne was built within you.

If it's a care you would cast off, that care has been chosen by you.

And if it's a fear, you would drive away.

The root of that fear is in your heart, and not in the hand of the feared.

These things move within you as lights and shadows in constant half embrace

You'll be free indeed

not when your days are without a care or your nights without grief But rather

when these things bind up your life and yet you rise above them unbound

I'd like to ring his little feathered name. Halim?

Where is... Almitra.

Didn't I tell you to stay out of trouble?

Halim! You were supposed to babysit her.

Oh, Mustafa, I'm so sorry my daughter has interrupted your work. I'll just get

her out of your way. Don't worry. No, no, no. We're fine.

We were just chatting.

Right, Almitra?

Chatting?

Yes, we were sailing on the wings of the wind.

That reminds me.

Last night, I had the sweetest dream.

I dreamt of a ship sailing into the harbor, coming to take me back to my

homeland.

Halim, you haven't today, by any chance, seen a ship?

No. But to tell you the truth, I wasn't looking.

Almita, get down from there.

Oh, Mustafa, I'm so sorry. I mean, Almita, I'm sorry.

Here,

let me... You do it.

That must hurt so much. No, no, no.

I'm fine. I'm fine. Really.

Oh, no, no, no.

Look at your painting.

It's completely ruined.

No. No, no, not at all. In fact, it's improved.

No, no, Mustafa, you cannot mean that. I do, I do. But it's so ugly. Look at it.

Now, now, now. I don't know what to do. Come and sit down. I've tried

everything. Here.

Nothing I do or say gets through to her. She's just completely beyond my control.

Well, of course she is.

What? She doesn't belong to you.

She doesn't? Oh, no, no, no, no, Mustafa.

I remember clearly that it was me who brought her into this world.

Yes, yes, that's true. She came through you, but not from you.

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.

They come through you, not from you.

Though they're with you, they belong to themselves.

You may give them your love, but not your thought.

For they have thoughts of their own.

You may house their bodies, not their soul

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow

She cannot visit, not even in your

dreams

But seek not to make them like you For

life goes not backward Nor

tarries with yesterday You are the

bows from which your children's living arrows

and fall The archer sees the mark upon

the part of the infinite and he bends you with

his mind That his arrows may go

swift and far

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness.

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, he loves the bow that is stable.

For even as he loves the arrow that flies So he loves also the bow that is

stable

Sergeant

To what do I owe this honor?

I've come to inform you that you are released from your confinement.

What? Released?

We should throw a party! With music!

You are released on the condition that you return to your own country and never

again set foot on Orphalese.

Oh. If Halim is up to it, we will escort

you to your port of emigration.

Now.

What? Now?

Oh.

Well, I'll help you pack up your things. All your work. No, you'll clean up.

And then leave.

We will deal with his personal effects later.

Sergeant, come on now. Surely this time together... You will come with us now.

Unless you want to remain locked up here for another seven years.

Difficult decision, that one.

Here is your final pay.

After today, your services are no longer required.

I'm... I'm so sorry, Camilla.

I hope that you will find work soon.

Your visits have been a bright spot of my time here.

Goodbye. Thank you, Mustafa.

For everything.

And please, please say goodbye to my new friend, Almitra.

I wish we had had more time.

What?

I should have known.

The silent thief.

You're developing quite the reputation at the marketplace.

Don't think you're too young to spend a few nights in jail, my friend.

And you too.

Almitra, no!

You heard the sergeant.

I can't afford any more trouble.

I know, I know.

I'm gonna miss him too.

All right, I guess I better finish up.

It's the poet.

Mustafa? Is he free?

It's been so long.

I've heard so much about him.

Mustafa! Have you been freed?

Where are they taking you? To the harbor.

This is a happy day.

For all of you, of course, but for me too. I'm being released.

I'm going home.

Great! Wonderful!

Then you must join us in celebrating.

Absolutely not. We have a schedule to stick to.

Sergeant, you don't like raised lamb shank?

No, all right five minutes The band we have

two occasions to celebrate Kissing that's all he knows

give her time to eat for heaven's sake

That's

what they're supposed to do right who knows the last time I kissed a pretty

girl The Dead Sea was only sick.

Enough drama.

Thank you.

I've missed this.

A toast to the happy couple. And for Mustafa.

To love and freedom.

To love and freedom.

To...

To love Mustafa please would you give a blessing to my daughter's marriage?

It would be my honor You were born together

and together you shall be forevermore

you shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days

yes

you shall be together even in the silent memory of god

But let there be spaces in your togetherness.

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup

Give one another of your

bread but eat not from the same loaf

Sing

and dance together and be joyous but let each one of you be alone

even

as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.

For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.

and stand together, yet not too near together.

For the pillars of the temple stand apart, and the oak tree and the

cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

I said five minutes and you've taken advantage of my generosity.

Let's go now.

Killjoy. Goodbye, everybody.

And good luck to the two of you.

And thank you, Mustafa, for our blessing.

Again with the kissing.

Beautiful day for sailing.

If Mustafa sets foot on that ship, I'll eat my friends.

Goodbye, good people. Goodbye.

Safe journey!

Farewell!

Oh, my cape!

Oh, my cape! Oh, my cape! Oh, my cape!

Oh, my cape!

They hang on your every word.

After all this time, they still see you as their great leader.

With all due respect, Sergeant, they're neither foolish nor peasants.

And I'm no leader.

What then? A teacher?

What is a teacher?

He can only lead you to the threshold of your mind.

We all stand alone in our understanding, Sergeant.

You and I.

You hear that, Mustafa?

That's who the people are.

Sheep, waiting to be led by the strongest... Are

you all right, sir?

Who did that?

Well, Sergeant, I suppose even the sheep have the last word sometimes.

Goodbye.

What's up?

Good to see you again

Yes,

yes, yes, we're all

punch to see Mustafa again.

But it's time to get back to whatever it is you people do.

That's right, Gramps. Your olives aren't going to press themselves, are they?

You've important work to do.

Oh, no, sir. His words are worth more than my sacks of olives.

Nonsense, my friend. Oh, it's true, Mustafa.

I don't know how I could have gotten through that terrible drought year

without your words to reassure me. Or us.

When our child was ill. Or me, putting up with my mother-in-law.

Truly, your work means more than

ours. Oh, shut up!

Oh, dear, let me help you.

My friend, all work is noble.

You work that you may keep pace with the earth.

and the soul of the earth.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of

life's procession that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the

infinite.

When you work, you are a flute.

through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

And when you work with love, you bind yourself to yourself and to one another

and to God.

And what is it to work with love?

It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your

beloved were to wear that cloth.

It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in

that house.

It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as

if your beloved were to eat the fruit.

It is to charge all things you fashion with the breath of your own spirit.

And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.

Often I have heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, one who works in

marble and finds the shape of their own soul in the stone is nobler than one who

plows the soil and

one

who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man is more

than one who makes the sandals for our feet

But I say, not in sleep, but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the

wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than it does to the smallest

blades of grass.

And they are great who turn the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by

their own loving.

is love made visible.

Well, that was lovely, wasn't it?

Very edifying.

But we need to be moving along.

What's the hurry? He's just been released.

Yes, we haven't seen him for years.

Where are you taking him? I thought he was free.

I am free, my friends.

Today I'm being sent home to my country.

I must admit, it will be good to see my home again.

Please, sir, before you go, I insist, we serve you a proper meal.

Yes, everyone knows the food on those ships is terrible.

Come, sit.

Out of the way, out of the way, people, come on.

Mashillah, the best for Mustafa.

And you'll need provisions for your trip.

Have some oranges.

Some pistachios. Now, just one minute. I'm in charge here. And I say whether...

Oh, is that fresh halva?

All right. Five minutes. Another moment longer.

What generosity.

Enough. Enough. Thank you, dear people.

Thank you for the gifts of your labor and thanks to the earth for its gifts

Would that you could live on the

fragrance of the earth and like an air plant be sustained by the light

But

since we must kill to eat then let it be an act of worship.

when you gather the grapes for the winepress say in your heart i too

am a vineyard and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress and the wine

shall be kept in eternal vessels

And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart,

Your seeds shall

live in my body, and the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart.

Your blood and my blood is the sap that feeds the tree of heaven

And

together we shall rejoice through all the seasons

Thank you, friends.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you all.

Right.

No,

listen, listen to me.

He's a danger, and his influence continues to grow.

I need at least five men here, and more when we get there.

No, he doesn't suspect anything but the people there may be resistance.

Oh Yes, the pasha will know how to handle Mustafa

We feed the body, but you, you feed the soul.

Sir, may I have a word with you?

Sir, after seven years?

Please, Halim. Here, have some wine.

Is something troubling you?

No, no, no, no, no, no. I was just... Yes, there is.

Yes, go on. I know everyone sees me as this self-assured, uh,

dauntless, impenetrable fortress of strength.

But, um, the truth is, and this might surprise you, I actually have one

thing that fills me with fear.

And that is?

Expressing feelings of love.

Love for Camilla?

You knew?

I see her lovely face every day,

but I have no idea how she feels.

I mean, perhaps she's intimidated by my status, my authority.

Intimidated? You're... No, no, no, no, no. Don't look that way.

Good. Okay, good.

But now that you're leaving, I mean, she won't be coming around anymore.

And if I don't do something soon, I might just lose her forever.

I mean, what'll I do? I just, I mean, what, hey, what can I do? Halim, Halim.

Yes?

You're mangling that mango.

Oh, yeah.

So I am.

Halim, when love beckons to you, Follow him, though his ways are hard and steep.

Yield to him Though he

hides his soul And

when he

speaks to you Believe in him

Though his voice may shatter

your dreams

Love for your growth, so he is for your pruning.

Love will caress your tenderest branches and shake

every clinging root.

Like sheaves of corn, he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes...

you and then he assigns you to his

sacred fire that you may

become sacred bread for god's sacred feast

all these things shall do unto you

that you may know the secrets of your heart and in that knowledge

become a fragment a fragment of life's heart

now within your fear you seek only love's peace and love's

pleasure better cover your nakedness and

pass out of love's threshing floor

Into a seasonless world you shall laugh but not all your laughter

And weep and weep but not all

of your tears Love gives not

but itself and takes not but from itself

Possesses not, nor it be possessed, for love is

enough.

You should say, I am in the heart of God.

You cannot direct the course of love.

If love, it finds you worthy, directs you.

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song

of praise upon your lips.

Caught you.

Yes.

Excuse me, have you met my friend?

Her name is Almitra.

Your friend, you say?

Oh, we have met, yes.

Oh, good.

I'll feel better knowing she has friends to look after her when I'm gone.

Hmm. What is it, Yosef?

It's just that, you see, it can be hard to get to know someone who refuses to

speak. I can see how that might be.

On the other hand, sometimes people talk when they cease to be at peace with

their thoughts.

But there are those who have the truth within them, only they tell it not in

words.

In the heart of these, the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.

Oh, how did you... And if I find that little ruffian,

I'll throw her in irons.

Break time's over. Come on. Let's get a move on. Shh. Oh, don't leave now.

Mustafa, please.

Well, you just got here for Pete's sake. Come on. Move it. Move it. Please, step

away. Go on. Go on. Let's break this up. Enough of this. Get up. We haven't got

all day.

Sorry, sir. You're right. That ship won't wait forever.

Mustafa, sir.

Food for your voyage. From all your friends here.

Come on, Mustafa.

Time to leave all your admirers.

Go with God.

We will miss you.

Goodbye.

Stay here in the cafe, okay? You'll be safe until I can find your mother.

Thank you, everybody.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

There you are.

I have looked all over for you. Ah, Camilla.

Oh, no. Just tell me what I owe you and let's be done with it.

My dear lady, no, no. Everything is fine.

You owe me nothing.

Okay.

Thank you.

I have been out of my mind with worry.

Oh, no, you don't. Not this time. I've lost Mustafa today. I am not losing you

to a police cell.

What? What? What do you want? So help me out, Mitra. Don't test...

What

is it?

Do you know what's going on? Because I sure don't.

One minute, Mustafa.

There are some details to be attended to at headquarters.

Please, come with me.

I had no idea.

Of course not, Halim.

Very well, Sergeant.

Hey, where are you taking him? Please step away. What are you doing? The ship

is this way. Nothing to see here.

Where is he going? Let him go!

What's going on?

Ludicrous! I can't... I can't believe this. I thought he was free.

No, he was free.

Almitra, you knew.

Let him go. He's done nothing wrong.

This is an outrage.

Out of our way. Please,

step away. Return to your home. He is an innocent man. Almitra, no.

Almitra. More men over here. Move these people.

The girl.

Wait! Return to your homes!

Clear the area!

This is your last warning!

Let me help you disappear into the crowd. The people won't give you away.

Quickly! Thank you, Aline, but I won't put you in... No,

Sergeant. Let me help.

People of Orphalise!

My friends, I beg you, please, be calm.

But they're taking you. They're liars.

They're evil.

Let us not be too quick to call others evil.

For what is evil but good, tortured by its own hunger and thirst?

Truly, when good is hungry, It seeks food, even in dark caves.

And when it thirsts, it drinks, even of dead waters.

You are good when you strive to give of yourself.

Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself.

For when you strive for gain, you are but a root.

that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast.

Surely the fruit cannot say to the root, Be like me, ripe and full and ever

giving of your abundance.

For the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need for the root.

You are good when you are one with yourself.

Yet, when you are not one with yourself, you are not evil.

May wander aimlessly among perilous isles, yet not sink to the bottom.

You are good when you walk to your goal with bold steps, yet you are not evil

when you go limping.

Even those who limp do not go backward.

Pity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles.

But you who are strong and swift see that you do not live before the lame,

deeming it kindness.

In your longing for your greater self lies your goodness.

But in some of you, that longing is a torrent rushing with might to the sea,

carrying the secrets of the hillsides and the songs of the forest.

while in others it is a flat stream that loses itself in angles and bends, and

lingers before it reaches the shore.

In our longing for our greater selves lies our goodness.

is in all of us.

So, Mustafa, your first day of freedom and you bring a riot to our doorstep.

It was your men and the billy clubs that brought on the riot.

Order in the streets must be maintained.

Otherwise, anarchy.

I'm disappointed to see your presence is just as incendiary as it was seven years

ago. Did your stay in the mountain give you no time for reflection?

Quite a bit, thanks.

Then why do you persist with these treasonous acts and rebellious speeches?

Treasonous? I have only spoken with love.

Oh, only love and flowers, was it?

I believe this is yours.

Pity the nation that raises not its voice, save when it walks in a funeral,

boasts not except among its ruins, and will not rebel until its neck is laid

between the sword and the block.

flowers. Nothing less than a call to rebellion.

I don't see it that way.

Apparently, we disagree.

It would indeed be tragic if rash words from the past prevented you from

returning to your beloved homeland.

You mean there's still a chance I may go home?

A chance?

A certainty.

We are not vindictive. We are not barbarians.

Simply do this.

Sign this statement that your writings, your teachings, were the product of a

misguided youth and are seditious.

That you reject them now, they are false, and you hold the state blameless

in its duty to preserve the peace, etc., etc.

I

can't

do that.

Of course you can.

Here is your opportunity to be repentant and for us to be magnanimous.

What would I have left if I disavowed all that I believe?

Your life, for one.

I remind you, Mustafa, the penalty for treason is death.

Oh, fine. Have it your way.

I'll give you the night in prison to think it over.

God

Now

What are you doing up there?

You should go.

There's only trouble here.

Only trouble.

You can fly.

You can fly away.

Like you did before.

If only I could.

But you said.

Not houses.

Not bodies.

Spirit.

Yes.

Spirit.

Okay. Come on.

Come out.

Fly away.

Elmitra, I'm afraid I'm going to have to stay here and face what comes.

But they might do bad things to you.

No, you might die.

Dear Elmitra,

We don't need to be afraid of death.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

How would we know the secret of death unless we look for it in the heart of

life?

The owl whose nightbound eyes are blind in the day cannot unveil the mystery of

light.

In the depths of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the

beyond.

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

For what is it to die, but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the

sun?

And what is it to cease breathing,

but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise

and expand and seek God unencumbered.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountaintop, then you shall begin to

climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Elmitra? Yes?

I'd like you to do something for me.

Sure.

Remember all those paintings in my house, and all those papers I had

written on?

You know, the ones the sergeant wouldn't let me take?

I want you to have them.

Me? Yes. I want you to go gather them before anyone else gets them, to make

sure they're not destroyed, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Good. Then later you can share them with people.

Remember when you and I flew in the wind?

My words are my wings, and you are my messenger.

So, go on.

Go!

I'll keep them safe, Mustafa.

Wait!

You're gonna crush me.

Are you alright, Mama?

Oh, yes.

I'm very alright.

The guards.

Go, go, go. Quick. I'll handle them.

Hey there, boys.

Anybody want to see some of my French postcards?

I offer you one last chance to renounce your teachings.

I have only spoken to the people of things they already knew in their

hearts. This would change nothing.

Refuse to sign this and there will be nothing left of you, not even your work.

We'll burn it all. Every last word and image.

The people will remember them long after I'm gone.

To the poet's house.

Farewell, people of Orpheus.

Patient is the captain of my ship, and restless are the sails.

The mariners have heard the song of the sea and will wait no longer.

I am ready.

Do not forget that I will come back to you.

A little while, and my longing shall gather dust and foam for another body.

A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear

me.

Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you.

It was just yesterday we met in a dream, but now sleep has fled.

Our dream is over, and we must part.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we will speak together

again, and you shall sing me a deeper song.

Oh, Almitra, where?

Mustafa, there!

I'm sorry, my little one, but he's... No, look!

On the ship!

See?

I do, Elmitra.

I do.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not.

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the

spirit.

When you know who you are And can see through your veils

Your old fears become wind in your sails

Then your heart, he's unfurled

From the hypnosis of your world

When you know who you are

The darkness, the light.

Love loves it all.

Cause love has no fight.

What has passed is a dream.

What is not here is not what it seems.

So pull yourself.

Together now So pull

yourself Together

now When you know who you are

And have nothing to hide Love's at your feet

And the hands at your side When your ears

are your words The silence can

always be heard When you know who you are

You can't help but let go You know no one's right

And you know you don't know

paradox becomes less absurd as your

hypnosis unworks so poor

What's the matter with What's the matter with What's the

matter with you?

Did it crunch?

Did it shatter?

Did it break up? Did it scatter?

Did it tear your little heart in two?

What's done?

is over if you want something new just hold

yourself together