I stand here, before a door - my hand on the handle questioning still, why am I here, what lies ahead of me, the gateway to my past or future beckons silently. "Unlock the portal, be free!
Am I to step out
This chilly morn of greyness
Or stay put - be still
There is a silence in the hallway, the guardians of timeless prisons hold the key, both to the reason and means for this imprisonment of mind and soul, the lost ones - we are neither aware nor do we care
My heart is the lock I hold
To my own doomed cell
And yet, this morning, at dawn break, oh! how glorious
Even though in my mind only, the sun rises above an imagined horizon
And I realise it is my first ever notion of time ?
I awaken with realisation of self, my toes, my nails
I sing aloud
Hitherto quiet, I can't hide
This bursting joy inside
In a moment of utter abandon, the ceiling cracks, the doors fling open wide to let in the river of awareness rushing, gushing, spilling over the floors of cold marble -warm, pulsing, swishing at my feet, and I dive
Into its embracing life
I am born !
And I swim towards the light
I gasp for air - I cry.
I unlock the gates of heaven and fall into the arms of a mortal - roar in triumph, oh joyous celebration.
I am home.
written for haiku heights
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