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I sit
In front of your gate I sit
Many of your walls reach 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
For its very warmth alone has captivated me
 
 
So I sit
Legs crossed, spine straight, palms open
Resting upon my knees
They are not stretched in tension
yet they
go
on…
 
 
Like fields of sunflowers awaiting your light
 
 
My eyes are closed, but please believe me when I say
I need not sight to perceive your brightness
My ears are open
One 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 breath
My tongue
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
Place your sword upon my throat
Your spears on 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
 
 
And if you still wish for me to leave
I will leave
 
 
Spine straight
Palms open
Like fields of sunflowers
Awaiting your light