Song of the bird

The lover knocked at his Beloved’s door.
“Who knocks?” said the Beloved from within.
“It is I”, said the over.
“Go away. This house will not hold you and me”

The lover withdrew and pondered for
years on the words the Beloved
had said. Then he returned and knocked again.

“Who knocks?”
“It is you”

The door was immediately opened.

(Anthony Demello)