Shining moon Making its nightly rounds Climbs to the heavens On an ever new course Outside the temple Far beyond the many gates The waters are blue, still and deep Behold the reflection of the divine One by one The thunder of silence Invites the bells to sound The outer temple gates I seal The sacred lamp is ablaze At the high alter I am welcome As though I never left it calls me The soul song of the ever-open Higher Gate Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.
Our path follows us, Knowing that we were never lost, The path of no path. Is it possible to follow someone else to a place only you can go?