What's the problem if there's an absence of Presence,
When it can be an opportunity to see one's false self?
To see this emperor really has no clothes,
Just surrounded by fears lurking in shadow.
To feel a cluttered mind smothering heart's flame,
Inspires new eyes looking through a new and naked mind.
Opens the door to spaciousness of an inner garden,
A state free of strangers, an invitation for the Beloved.