Tuesday, January 3, 2023

doorways









... it seems [to me] there is this threshold gifted with age 

[if we're lucky]  

it requires a pause, a breath, a shift 

a doorway to step across into 

dimensions [i call them portals truthfully]

[time after-all is merely our own construct]

dimensions 

that smell that feel of other times other places other faces

shrinking expanding diamond facets  

       where we are young & stupid-silly 

unconcerned

innocent

unweighted by now 

present not by focus but by being 

aware but unaware 

unknowingly gathering pennies of worry

unknowingly gathering tokens of gold 

traveling traveling thru days 

faces of childhood

steeped in reflections of shadows & light 

this threshold offers with exception to circumstance & bite 

not all are entranced not all desire the shift the pause the breath 

but there it is ... still 

    with age there is this threshold 

a doorway to step across 

worries & golden tokens 

shadows & light 

an invitation 

rest revise 

always there 

always here 

[time after-all is merely our own construct]