#doorway
May be
We need to adore
Imperfections, more
Like unfinished work in progress
A state of still becoming
Where there exists void
Dimentionally fluid
That excites us
For noble inputs
For tint of artistry
For creative perception
For a perpetual touch
For radical angle
For a new conscience
To leave a mark
Of own signature
Last chisel
Last stroke
May be
I'm addicted
To the space of pause
That lets
To think little more
To dwell little longer
To sense little deeper
To blend emotions lighter
To seek of unknown
No labels
Just the inner balance
May be
That's a way
Simple !
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC
As the aliens
Watch us, they say,
“What a fickle nature,
To fall in and out of love,
Like it’s a doorway:
An impossibly liminal space.”
Jan 24, 2024
Jan 24, 2024 at 2:09 PM UTC
Staring at the ceiling in the dark
A new world comes to life
Dancing shadows
Like familiar silhouettes
From memories once so dear
Doing dips and pirouettes
Entangling then seperate
Few seeming so desperate
Whilst others only bid adieu
For not all is too
Far gone, far down
All things shall arise
Ribbons like smoke
Or regrets chains that choke
A serpent, slithering in the mind
Plotting to seize control
A figure of shadow
Creeping by the doorway
Moving soundlessly across the ground
To stop and stare
At the one who dare
Look back
Into the eyes of a darkness.
- Jay M
August 24th, 2020
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
_Surely, this life is but an aberration. For have I not been oblivious to the heraldry of the firmament for far longer than I have craved to acquaint myself with its mystery; of the moon and stars to know their secrets.
Gazing in awe at the doorway to infinity whence I have so recently arrived, it seems unimaginable that I should recollect nothing of the stepping through, the horror vacui of my incarnation, the shuffling forward in the queue.
My existence a blink of an eye; my non-existence the remainder of time.
Is it any wonder - glorying at the night sky - that I am confused as to whether I am on the inside looking out...or the outside looking in?_
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
Devil deals become VOID
the minute you look at them
with self forgiveness and love.
The second you in mind travel
with open heart
into fields of love
that all are invited to by The Divine.
Loves door is always open
but you have to turn the handle.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC
I enter a doorway,
of silence to see.
Light and wind
yes hugging me.
I enter the moment,
in quiet with beams
breathing deeply
to center in dreams.
I enter an archway,
of rainbows grand light
letting go judgments
so all will go right.
I enter cave dwelling,
inside of my heart
to hear guidance
and make a new start
I enter and stay,
meditating for bliss.
Spirit anoints me
with a special kiss.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC
Today is my birthday,
Why did you come now?
Who invited you here?
Why that sudden longing for me???
Don't weep,sing songs in sad tunes!!!
I want to see you merry..
I'm happy you came,
But by then the song was over..
I'm happy and sad seeing,
The only ROSE you gave me!!!
You are too late,
Sorry I can't have them!!!
I can't smell em ,
embrace em tight..
For I lay in my eternal sleep,
my final niche,buried in soil..
Yes today is my BIRTHDAY,
-MY BIRTHDAY FOR ETERNITY-!!!!
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
I stand at the doorway to the heart.
The key my deep breath.
Once inside energies tickle
causing a smile to rise on face.
causing sensations warm to enter bloodstreams.
I stand, ready to take off in dance
with my fellow neighbor.
Ready to reconnect to sister, brothers, and animals.
Mother Natures wind blows caressing me.
Birds tickle ears to align with my own song.
And as I move out, I know I am blessed and a blessing.
I arrived home. I am home.
Star BG © 2017
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
There he is...standing in my doorway...
towering...smiling...glistening with confidence.
Is he real? Am I awake?
I have fallen so hard and so deep.
I no longer care where I am or who I am,
as long as he is mine.
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:47 PM UTC
~
I'm standing here
In this doorway
Halfway between where I have been
And where I will go
And I can't help but cry tears of joy.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
Her doorway holds the way between
His hand and the heart he spilled
About faith
Lean against the walls in time
All in wait for her reply
Something meaningful to help return the hurt
They speak about the their world in turns
Sudden break within the boundary
Of the levees of her closed and drying tears
Opens the doorway
With brighter eyes; Return
The time slows by
And earth shall not cease to turn
Against the wall
Light shadows mood
In lieu of promises no one sure to keep
He’s not a liar, so he thought
He holds on painfully a bit too tight
She’s crushed within a comforted grip
Her eyes no longer separate between the lives
Seen reasonable or rational
To believe his words today
And the coming days with smile and a tear
The time slows by
And earth shall not cease to turn
Spinning silently when nothing’s right
Leaving hesitantly when nothing’s wrong
The doorway holds two worlds between
Closed eyes and the shudders of their dreams
Memories in reverse repetition, slowed
© 2008
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Sometimes we succeed and sometimes we learn,
Every ounce of wisdom is something that we earn,
The pages of life they constantly turn,
So self judgment should soon be adjourned,
The doorway is open we need just endure,
Make sure to **** out all the negative allure,
A beautiful future is something we ensure,
Life is subjective by how we infer,
Anger, fear and resentment cloud our sight,
Things might go wrong but that's only a might,
Why think so low when you could take flight?,
Why love any less when it's a new height? ,
Switching perception can feel kind of strange,
Its practiced in aim not from your range,
It's less of losing and more of exchange,
For a better inner world to be self contained,
There we are for so long we've concealed it,
Door number 3 has finally revealed it,
A letter to our hearts and now we must seal it,
Don't think about feeling life and just feel it.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
Walking, I was consumed in my own trivial daily thoughts,
And I stopped, for the door in my path was closed.
Before I could figure out why,
It opened.
A woman stood there in the doorway,
Staring me down with hollow, vacant eyes.
She scowled at me,
I tried to maintain no expression at all.
And meanwhile, my thoughts were washed away.
But slowly, one thought was clear.
I will never allow myself to be,
Like that woman, or rather,
The lack of a woman,
On the other side of the doorway.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:29 PM UTC
The Doorway (Revelation 3:20)
Written by Adam M. Snow
Here I stand,
your doorway's closed;
I cannot move beyond the door.
I'm waiting here
for your reply,
knocking on your door, is I.
Can you hear me -
knock, knock knocking,
waiting here by your door?
Will you open, let me in?
Am I not your friend?
Here I stand,
your door is closed;
I cannot enter.
Will you answer the door for me?
Can you hear me -
knock, knock knocking?
Will you kindly let me in?
Here I stand,
waiting here.
Knocking on your door,
I stand here.
Your door is closed.
Will you open, answer me?
Here I stand -
knock, knock knocking.
Can you hear me -
knock, knocking at your door?
I stand here
at your doorway;
Will you answer
- open door for me?
I am your friend.
I am waiting,
waiting at your doorway.
I am here, knocking,
knocking at your door.
"Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me." - Revelation 3:20 NKJV
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC