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O Door, you are open all the time
It is the blind man’s eyes that are closed.
He doesn’t know what is inside
So he always hesitates to go in.
O Door, you welcome all day and night
At daybreak you open yourself
You open yourself in the darkness of the night
Under the star-studded sky.
O Door, you open the path
From the seeds to the saplings
From the flowers to the fruits.
At the end of an age
You open another age
Culling eternity from passing moments.
O Door, the creation passes through innumerable doors
Journeying through innumerable deaths.
At dark moments of frustration you encourage
Saying, ‘Don’t be afraid.’
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