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A certain person came to the Friend's door
and knocked.
"Who's there?"
"It's me."

The Friend answered, "Go away. There's no place
for raw meat at this table.

"The individual went wandering for a year.
Nothing but the fire of separation
can change hypocrisy and ego. The person returned
completely cooked,
walked up and down in front of the Friend's house,
gently knocked
."Who is it?"
"You."

Please come in, my self,
there's no place in this house for two.
The doubled end of the thread is not what goes through
the eye of the needle
.It is a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end,
not a big ego-beast with baggage."

Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine
and practice, but there's really only one work.


"The one who keeps me in here is the one
who keeps you out there.
The same who will not let you in will not let me out.

Then suddenly he leaned and whispered something
in the second king's ear, and that second, that
second king became a wanderer too.
They walked out of town hand in hand.
No royal belts, no thrones.
This is what love does and continues to do....

So they wandered around China like birds
pecking at bits of grain. They rarely spoke
because of the dangerous seriousness
of the secret they knew....

All that world-power wants, really,
is this weakness.

So the kings talked in low tones,
and carefully. Only God knows what they said.

They used unsayable words. Bird language.
But some people have imitated them, learned
a few birdcalls, and gotten prestigious.