I sit
In front of your gate I sit

Many of your walls clear the clouds
While other tops are underground
But there is no where else I'd rather be

In front of your gate

The place of sacred permission
All for a chance
A chance to behold
The source of your light

Very for its very warmth alone
Has captivated me

So I sit

Legs crossed
Spine straight
Palms open
Resting upon my knees
They are not stretch in tension

Yet
They
Go on...

Like fields of suflowers awaiting your light

My eyes are open but please believe me when I say
I need not sight to perceive your brightness

My ears are open
I dedicated to your speech
And the other
To my own heartbeat

Cause, the heart better understands
How silence speaks

And my soul
Has taken hold of my breathe
My tounge
My lips
So Love drips and it pours

Warm like summer rain

Oh guardian of the gate
You might have heard them say that
This one
Is a madman

And if Madness
is Love for the light we all have within
Then
I
Am a madman
And this madness
Is bliss

So if you wish
Put your swords upon my throat
Your spears to my heart
Arrows aimed at my head
I mind not

But please
Please
Allow me to sit here
Speaking of the madness that is light
And Love

But if you wish for me to leave
I will leave
Spine straight
Palms open

Like fields of sunflowers
Awaiting your light.