Doors of Stone

It opened the lock of the house of “I” with the voice of “you” alone. The great stone door turned on its hinge with the spell of your voice it opened: with your voice I heard the voice of the nightingale. the sound of the footsteps of joyful lights. with your voice I heard the voice of the forest leaves, the sound of the day’s arrival. With your voice alone it opened — and not even with my own voice — the stone door of the cave. I would have stayed imprisoned I stay imprisoned — like a black porcupine etched upon the wall — without your voice in the stone cave of “self”...