Not them, these, through which a few have
walked only into the foyer, just standing,
no matter how great the treasures beyond,
nothing of which can be given away.
As a woman searched long to find one
silver coin, and invited others to rejoice,*+
no one came to this one's invitation, still
searching for one who seeks the Mystery.
Sharing which can only be with those
who also have stored up such joy,
with whom only then can be rejoicing,
when all before will not be remembered.
Else how can joy be full, with
memory at all of what was, in that
place where all is oneness, with
no room for that which divides.