The Door with No NailsA Poem by KWPjust another life poem ....Casting out across the fields Sweeping through the skies so blue Seeing all of infinity Noticing sweet you. Seeing you always hiding Escaping from the now, Chasing all the storm clouds, Pouncing all around. Grasping at mortality Skimming on the surface Patience knows no boundaries One day you will recognize the purpose. Burning the Nail in abandon No desire for a place Gathering up evidence Your existence is your fate. Always watching knowingly, Biding time within your fears. Awaiting the recession, Within your heart you know it’s near. Granted, you possess no nails, No connections with the earth, Walk a path to eternity, Find what’s worth your worth. Even through your running, You always trusted your heart to know, One day you would return home - And, yes, you had to go. The heart is ridden from it knots, Your soul is free to bare, For all the running that you felt to do, The answers were always there. You knew the path already, You had traversed it times before, The path looks like home now Leads back to the nail-less door. The door that has no nails, For they have all been burnt. No fixing to conceptions. No fixing to what was learnt. Opening the door now, You breathe it long and deep, Walking within the knowing, The all, it’s yours to keep. Elizabeth Woods KWP
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