A Philosophical Look At Survival Through the Next Four Years
When the Doors Open
When the doors open to understanding,
-We can only ask-
What took us so long to walk through these portals?
How is it that we have at last arrived
-What was before us-
Waiting for the comprehension we've taken for a ride?
The distance inside is a very swift glimpse
-Into infinity-
Where we have already been without,
Right here, right at our side.
Be not mistaken, the outside is in, the trip a hay ride
And the ponies have been willing, if only we apply.
We've watched the seasons spinning as straw,
Rapunzel marry, her children start retirement accounts,
Some "401" for a yearly fund of growth and stability,
A golden goose egg nested to the future. Why then
Were we so reluctant to apply these simple wings,
To be lifted to the place
We claimed is only this doorway away?
Truly we've swept these steps many times,
Rinsed the sidewalk, some of us have even drained
And gone sleuthing in the gutters for gold coins
Like some scrying, as if the wood of willow
Would provide a cure for the headaches of delay.
Even bitter fruit can ill be harvested
From seeds never planted.
Even a bonsai has its meager soil, its trained branches
Deriding the skillful ancient growth in a tiny basin
Representing all the heavens and all the skies
And for this earth, how ironic and thrilling
-When we can only marvel-
That it took this forever trying
To lift our simple feet through these portals
When the doors have opened
And call our name
And ask that now, at last,
We make this passage our own.
(Copyright 2001 by Darius Gottlieb - No reproduction without express permission from the author)