The Door With No Nails

Relearning our own freedom

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,

jumping 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 trust your heart to know,

one day you will return home �"

and yes, you have to go.

Heart is ridden from it knots,

soul is free to bare,

for all the running you felt to do,

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 melted down and burnt.

No fixing to conceptions,

no fixing to what was learnt.

Opening the door now,

you can breathe it long and deep,

walk within the knowing,

the all, it’s yours to keep.

Author's Note

an oldie - retweaked a little

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

mmmsweet meditations after the storm .. i am so reminded not only of my own struggles in identity but of my children as they all have gone thru it as well .. your poem takes that perspective and i rejoice that we all made it ..battered and bruised a little ..but healed and breathing ..the very spiritual ending is your signature ..glad i found this one my friend .. haven't seen you around much :(
E.

[andrew mitchell]

Gulliver's travels comes to mind, tied down emotionally only to cut these ties one day, holding us down from freedom to love once more. Nice write KWP

[emmajoy]

Maybe we all just need the space to be selves, do you think. Your meter takes you helter skelter through deep thoughts and in places, deeper understanding of life's journey - (there has to be a less hackneyed brevity than that!) Guess.. no FEEL, that we have to let go of pre-conceived plans, better to bend with the willows.. even if we have to suffer the problem of having the privilege of choice- making!

Still working it out.. your words are such a help. your writing exemplary - thank you so much. x

[Valentine]

This one so reminded me of my older sisters mentally challenged girl. Fast on her feet, always on the move, her existence was her fate. She passed away at 16. Valentine

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wonderfully written... quite the emotional roller coaster ride... love never truly goes away even when the person does.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this...the philosophy reminds me of the poem "Mind" by richard wilbur...

the mind like a bat...it is okay to let it fly...it will not crash into walls....and if we let ourselves face life with reckless abandon...we will feel better at the end because we did what we felt....didn't think too much....good idea....after so much hurt...i know i closed off...built walls...and nailed myself to them...now i have released the nails and go with the flow...much better.

thank you for this poem.

[KWP]

ahhh thanks Jacob - so happy it struck a cord :) the words are easy in philosophy - it's the action that's always hard ... much love X

[Phil Roberts]

beautifully written. The story here is deep and haunting. Great work, KWP :)

[KWP]

thanks Mr PR :) - and lovely to make your aquanitence X

[Phil Roberts]

likewise Ms KWP :)