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Come in and be my guest, for this one night, this one special night, when the call occurs. It was not yesterday and will not be tomorrow, just in this one night.

 

Do I see you tremble? Do I see you faint?

I will go to meet you, take you by the hand, and guide you to me, to the navel of the night, and the expanse loses its menace when we go, hand in hand.

Come in and be my guest, and I will kindle a candle when you enter the house and find shelter, where my thoughts dwell, turn to you, open, offer, understanding and explanatory, that the door is for you Open, in this one night.

 

Do I see you tremble? Do I see you faint?

 

Behold, I will open the door for you, as far as it is possible. Soft carpets flatter your feet, make the step safe and quiet, here in my house, where I welcome you, in this one night.

 

Come in, and be my guest, into the expanse of my heart, to guide and understand you far beyond what is said and to be said, understanding the untaken and pre-linguistic, understanding, which deepens and diffuses into the most remote angles of your own, in this one night.

 

Do I see you tremble? Do I see you faint?

 

Behold, I myself will be your guide, through this innermost self. I will reveal to you, the most hidden treasures, the general and the special, the dignified and the daring, and teach you understanding beyond understanding, in this one night.

 

Come in, and be my guest, into the temple of my body, to receive and to accommodate you, to lavish and to eat, with the fruits of life and the body, to flow round and surround you, to embed in warmth and breath, in the devotion to this one night.

Do I see you tremble? Do I see you faint?

 

Behold, I myself will show you, to feel and to sence, as I open the leaves of the flower like the sunrise, to exude its sweet perfume, to seduce you, to deceive you, and to bring you into the delights of losing oneself into each other In this one night, the boundlessness of one’s own and in one-flow, like a brook in the other, whose waters are blending, indistinguishable, in this one night.

 

Come in and be my guest, believing in the immortality and inviolability and infinity and the indestructibility of the one moment, that eternity not only promises, but is, and is and is and is, in this one night.

 

Do I see you tremble? Do I see you faint?

 

Behold, there is only one thing left, after your first step, no more back, and still too early to think of a forward.

 

Stay, the moment of eternity, now.

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