At the entrance, there’s
only one way in;
feel deeply, the
sorrow, sobs and
surrender.
Miraculously,
a swiftly moving magic carpet
scurries me across
the sacred threshold
into the fullness of life and
the expanse of the feeling world.
Doors can be tricksters,
they don’t open until you
allow that thing in.
You know the one.
It’s the thing you avoid,
deflect and distract,
in order to pretend
it’s not there,
and that you are happy;
when within
boils a cauldron
…of hope,
to love that which
hurts
most.
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