Dark Doors of Mystery

In the depths of hell
you will find heaven.
Through the dark doors of mystery
you will find painful bliss.

push forth the boundaries.
doors of perception
walk through the wooden gateway.
cold dark stone
barefoot floors
radiance through
expressive sensations below

This is the moment to be seized
the moment to be.
Feeling the world and all it’s possibilities
wrapped around naked skin.
Life is full and exposed.

There is nothing more real.
Nothing.

I’ve been thinking for two days about what I would write under this poem.  I wondered what question or comment could inspire thought.  But no question seems right.  After all, the word ‘mystery’ is in the title.  So, I’ve decided to just let it be as it is.

That said, I would love to read what this means to you (if anything) – your thoughts, questions, or interpretations.  Thanks for reading on the weekend!

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