The Gates Made Of Light

Go Back, Go Back To Sleep. Yes, You Are Allowed. You Who Have No Love In Your Heart, You Can Go Back To Sleep. The Power Of Love Is Exclusive To Us, You Can Go Back To Sleep. I Have Been Burnt By The Fire Of Love. You Who Have No Such Yearning In Your Heart, Go Back To Sleep. The Path Of Love, Has Seventy-two Folds And Countless Facets. Your Love And Religion Is All About Deceit, Control And Hypocrisy, Go Back To Sleep. I Have Torn To Pieces My Robe Of Speech, And Have Let Go Of The Desire To Converse. You Who Are Not Naked Yet, You Can Go Back To Sleep.

You Already Have The Precious Mixture That Will Make You Well. Use It.

The Ripe Fignow That You Live Here In My Chest,anywhere We Sit Is A Mountaintop.and Those Other Images,which Have Enchanted Peoplelike Porcelain Dolls From China,which Have Made Men And Women Weepfor Centuries, Even Those Have Changed Now.what Used To Be Pain Is A Lovely Benchwhere We Can Rest Under The Roses.a Left Hand Has Become A Right.a Dark Wall, A Window.a Cushion In A Shoe Heel,the Leader Of The Community!now Silence. What We Sayis Poison To Someand Nourishing To Others.what We Say Is A Ripe Fig,but Not Every Bird That Flieseats Figs.

You Suppose You Are The Trouble But You Are The Cure You Suppose That You Are The Lock On The Door But You Are The Key That Opens It It's Too Bad That You Want To Be Someone Else You Don't See Your Own Face, Your Own Beauty Yet, No Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours.

Let Your Teacher Be Love Itself.