When it pleases You, my lips recite,Your Holy Name, O Lord of Light.No effort of mine, no striving release,For only You can grant me peace. I am a sacrifice, my soul does implore,To that most blessed, sacred door.The moment I came, with trembling heart,Was the moment illusions began to part. The Tenth Gate shines, Daswan …
There is a Tunnel, still and tight,That ends in sound, then bursts in Light.A gate unseen by flesh and bone —The soul must walk this path alone. Nine doors scream with world and form,But the Tenth stays silent, deep and warm.Behind the brows, beneath the skin,The Master knocks — “Come home within.” No blood, no …