Come To My Home
Come to my home
Come to the home in my heart.
I invite you not for your illumination,
or for your destruction;
and I don't invite you for pleasure dancing.
I did not come knocking on your door
like some servant to wake you up,
or to go singing or shining in the glory of your own self.
I will tell you only this one thing:
Come to the home in my heart.
There is no other condition.
Just come and be present,
come to my home and see your own innocence
which is in your pure now
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