Perception

Many are the doors of the spirit that lead Into the inmost shrine And I count the gates of the temple divine Since the god of the place is God indeed And these are the gates that God decreed Should lead to his house: kisses and wine Cool depths of thought, youth without rest And calm old age, prayer and desire The lover's and mother's breast The fire of sense and the poet's fire But he that worships the gates alone Forgetting the shrine beyond, shall see