In our Sturbridge, Massachusetts home, my father built pine doors to close off the attic passageways. On rainy days, we often swung on the doors and played in the dark attic recesses. We created our own mysteries and ghost stories. Doors have often hinted at enigmas. They are invitations to discover and investigate what is on the other side.
When my niece Sally posted a photo of a magnificent old giant of a tree with a hollow to the other side at the base, my creative mind drafted stories and poems. In life, we speak of passages from the old to the new especially at graduation time. Today’s poem will reference a different type of passage from materialism to inner silence and meditation. When I seek quiet and refuge, I go for a walk by the lake. There I can listen and watch and discover what nature has in store for me.
How many times had I passed
the gentle giant and mighty tree
without seeing the aperture at the
base? Surrounded by lush, dense
tropical forests, the light beckoned
me to look closer. Hark, what is
this tiny gate in the middle?
An ingress? Egress? A premonition
of what might be on the other side?
What drew me here today? Shall I
sit and view the goings through
this postern? Ah, the mysteries
and secrets it holds. Shall I
linger by the river’s edge and listen?
Allow me to be with my inner
silence as I meditate nature’s
lovely mysteries. Today I shall
not pass by without seeing. Today
I shall listen, look and learn. Will
I then discern life’s inner meaning?
The ideas of transition and metamorphosis?
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