Doors

There’s much more room

here in my mind

than I thought,

for any one of these doors —

any one of them! —

can open,

and each one opens to infinity.

This room I may have thought

was my perimeter —

closed doors marked as places I can’t go:

people I have deemed unlike me,

people I don’t know —

I can open these doors

(forgiveness somehow seems to be the key)

so all that light

floods in

And where before

I was blocked off,

now I have a vast world to explore.

Love, as it turns out,

is not linear —

it radiates

in an expanding sphere.

July 7, 2013

Earth Whispering Press