That these elements five did make

What a simple trap you set

To see no man can ever know rest

To struggle in seemingly endless unrest

The devil in you did decorate this trap

With sweet complexities of senses five

Senses and senses meet to leave one

Senseless of all that is true

The door that blocks

Is also the door that liberates

Which side of the door you are

Is all there is

Shambho, my doughtiness and your grace

Got me to your side of the door

If you are too choosy

As to who should cross this door

A mistake with me you made

This new sense has left me so senseless

That I will keep this door open

For every vermin that can crawl and cross

Pardon me my treacherous arrogance

As I am only you