At every turn I have looked listened, felt around for a door a door here and a door there one that would open let in the air let me aboard not afraid nor bored or in doubt always leaning toward life, whatever would restore the childβs enthusiasm the young manβs excitement for the next adventure.
So many doors: music, art, trees, flowers, incense, a loverβs lips, poetry, stories, a lunar eclipse, lizards, drums, psalms, the smell of her hair, the feel of her arms.
Still I search for a door open to the light to heaven and depth and height.