There Is No Door
I could tell you that my Master
is the one who opened the door,
but that would be a lie.
There never was a door,
I was never on the other side --
we were always in this together,
he and I.
If you call the realization of this Oneness,
the opening of a door,
then I guess we have the beginning of a long poem here,
but since I'm in a really good mood today,
I'll save you the trouble of
hacking your way through
a love drunk's excess of metaphors.
There is no door!
Never was, never will be.
The knocking you hear
is only the sound of your own heart beating.
The One for whom it beats has always been with you,
so what's all this monkey business about a door?
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at July 21, 2008 06:40 AM
Comments
Your doors ;)
Oh yes there are your doors,
one is between your eyes,
another are between your ears,
another are under your nose,
another are in your mouth,
your sweet or sour taste,
another are in your throat,
where are your vocal cords,
another are in your voice
with which you express
your sweet or sour words,
another are in your breath,
which might be deep or low,
another are in your heart,
where you experience peace and love
another are you know...
somewhere below
;)
Stoyan Svet
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at July 29, 2008 12:46 AM
Here is another one:
"For opening the door
of your inner peace,
kiss your heart
and take his Keys" ;)
Posted by: Stoychi at July 29, 2008 07:42 AM
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