Walking with you, having given my heart, the wound that was mine by right I bore. My thanks to the beloved: I drank the poison, and my eyes saw as never before. Oh yes, on the shoulders of innocence I crossed illusion’s sea to the farther shore. No doors, no road, shut to the other side. Perhaps it was I who stepped out from my own core. She must have work on this side, and if she goes elsewhere, that is hers to choose. I offered a new invitation, and my heart, nothing more. one who finds it difficult to cross the narrow path to reach the value of their own core parts; find joy in hitting others’ pots of clay on the floor. Until you light your own lamp, in the dark, who will take you to the shore?