An open door --yes, i could be
Not quite open,  not quite closed

Half closed to the world
Half opened to you
If you ever come in
Come in as a petal of a cherry flower
as the first word on a branch of its tree
so awesome
so full of presence
Not uttering a single sound
Yet so much being said.

Come like a note in the midst of
the forest
Awakening it with a slow delicate swipe on the violoncello of your soul.

Come like a tender streak of light
that transforms Solitude into
Something extraordinarily beautiful.

Come
Come see me as how i am
so i could love you so deeply
So in my eyes you could witness the light of your own eyes.