Is there more? Of course - there is always more,

If you just have the patience

  to look

For the hollow,

For the path beyond the gate

  (That gate?) Yes, there are more

    - there are always more

But you must start here, along the path

On soft footsteps into the mountain's heart

  (and how many steps into a woman's heart?)

There are always more

But the mountain, the mountain lets you in on a secret

  (A secret?) Yes. For now, twenty five steps are enough

And you emerge into the swirl of sunshine and incense,

Bells, and the songs of a thousand years

  hidden in the valley cleft

A stone gate, then twelve more of wood

  (and how many gates into a woman's heart?)

There are always more

But for now, twelve are enough

There is no hurry - 

  Here, there is water, shade

    and time enough to rest your feet

    among other weary pilgrims

  as your eyes trace the path ahead:

There, beneath a woody mane,

  in the sheer rock face at the heart of the cleft,

Stands a simple stone gate.