³I am always standing at the gate, calling out your name²

As I¹ve heard my name
I wait in silence
Slowly I let go
But still I cling
As soon as I let go
There before me the stream
Following my name
There we are nothing
and everything
Tingly the body bares
No longer I am
The mysteries before and after
I am the book
Truth and knowledge
Now is the time to bare all
Which is written and stored
In the temple for all to read
The veil flows