The key offers itself
a weighted golden treasure
of endless measure
lingering in the noosphere
of yesterday--un-rusted trust
for our spirit to awaken
and finally recognize
our own Life Force!
It awaits us to unlock
the doors that lead us to our fears,
each one, each one, each one,
as hesitation argues with anxieties.
Until the clickity-key sound is heard
the first door pushed ajar
squeaky like new shoes,
a quick retreat, face melts
slight gasp, a scar.....restraint.
To or not to intrude in the lair
where man feeds on guilt and blame
his stomach full and bloated
with alarmingly persistent shame.
Ah, but now we hold the golden key!
Eyes nocturnal, now can see the meadows,
blackness just absorbs the light
there are no scary shadows!
Searching for the Boogie-man
in the corners, under the bed,
on the ceiling overhead,
in the closets, cracks in the floor
each and every unlocked door
parrots every one before;
squeaky new shoes and ebony
nothing more, nothing more, nothing more.
Wholeness finally takes its shape
when once we take the offered key,
relinquish fears of history...
and never buy new shoes!