I am a Bedouin. I travel with only the clothes on my back, seeking a place to rest my head.
Why am I not worried? Why do I not feel anxious? What will happen to me today and tomorrow?
Everywhere I look I see the terrain of my master. This earth, these trees, the stars and navy sky.
Everywhere I go, I am in the realm of my master.
I walk across deserts and over dunes and still I never leave the palm of his hand.