"There are a thousand and one gates leading into
the orchard of mystical truths. Every human being has
his own gate."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Elie Wiesel (from Night)
This knife is in my hand
to cut through the brambles
as I orient myself.
Something magnetic calls me.
I feel the draw becoming stronger as I near it,
a harmonic resonance reverberating:
"This feels right."
Thus I point my solar plexus
guide to "True North
and endure the thorns.
Not even a thousand and one gates
made by others can take me
where I want to go.
- - - - -JAL, 6-5-98
