The Door with No Nails

The Door with No Nails

A Poem by KWP
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just another life poem ....

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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

© 2014 KWP


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'The door with No Nails'
KWP,
Author's note, "Just another life poem" that helps. As I read it was the realization that your words embodied the ongoing change of every plateau and valley encountered. How to live? It seems like with the ageing process I am just a little easier on myself. It's difficult though because life does seem serious but still in the end how much is accomplished my my own little worries? Beautiful writing which was comforting. Bless you today. I hope you are finding little bits of joy strewn about you.
Kathy

Posted 4 Years Ago


KWP

4 Years Ago

Hey Kathy,
You do manage to find the old ones don't you?
Hope you are doing well. read more
Kathy Van Kurin

4 Years Ago

KWP,
Yes, true. It was very enjoyable to read. It meant something when you wrote and still do.. read more
This seems like someone had left home mad, sought out other pleasures in life, not looking back. but a mother was always holding that door waiting for that child to grow up and come home. What is the real translation? Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


KWP

9 Years Ago

I think your thoughts run pretty much in line with what I was trying to portray - thanks Kathie - XX.. read more
is this religious in nature? Nails always make me think of Christ.



Posted 9 Years Ago


KWP

9 Years Ago

I guess some would say religious - I think it is more about letting go of all conceptions and realis.. read more
Reminds me of the search within, we struggle with life and miss the true way that is always in sight but life has a way in getting in the way, the nails are like our way of hanging desires on the door but one by one we have to pull them out and dispose of them until our door is clear and free to open, then step through, see the light within and rest forever in the light and peace of eternity :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


So, a glass door? One can put screws in them but not nails, right? Sorry, one of those moments when people think I lost it :P
Jokes aside, this redifines the need to not just look around but into ourselves. Once the ropes that hold you back from true abilities are ridden, everything becomes clearer. Beautiful doesn't suffice cos this is more of a gentle ringing of a bell in the mind's-eye. A signal to look beyond the fear. A smile to fight the challenges. The universe exists deep within us. All we have to do is, reach within. Thanks for making me read this Elizabeth :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


What a beautiful, I do not know all of what lies deep within this poem, but I do not want to say just a trite 'thanks for sharing' but somet deeper criticism which is not a criticism, perhaps stronger more mature as fits with my age as it has become, (what I mean is in my own depth of analysis)...I get the feeling of skipping across the frontier, and me not understanding my age and its consequence but feeling young as we all shall and may, it is a forgiveness a quality of bright joy and youth, such strength and valor and not afraid because the world is grand, as long as love that I can feel the spirit his spirit nigh t'and the spirit in the sky, maybe one's soul becomes uplifted unknowingly, I mean almost imperceptibly

Posted 10 Years Ago


KWP

10 Years Ago

perfect and beautiful and thank you - yes - twas my meaning right there - you got it - thanks again .. read more
Delicate large words flitted about here....and I loved it. It would have been a little better to visualize if you put more figurative language in it, but that could be only me. But other than that, amazing job, and I can't wait to read more by you!! Thanks for sharing this amazing poem! And I also like how you underlined the word nails, that was done really well, it just sort of stuck out at me and made me realize oh, this is what she was talking about!!
♥Sarabelle♥

Posted 10 Years Ago


Another great poem filled with wisdom in creative form… I can see many life lessons in your words here.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is one of my favorites! Love it

Posted 10 Years Ago


Everything that you wrote in this poem is great. Everything is perfect in it. Love it!!

Posted 10 Years Ago



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