Can you stand at the gate and risk it being opened. Will you step forward and let the gate swing wide? On the other side, there you are, discovering yourself for the first time.
"Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness." - Oliver Wendell Holmes
Come into the garden, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, I am here at the gate alone; the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky. -Tennyson
Leave a few layers at the gate. Grasp the old and cold and black iron gate. Make it your own. Discover new layers.
