— William Blake
“Open Doors” — by: Christa Taylor
We are infinite beings
standing at perception’s threshold
eager to find the truth
here we find ourselves
awaking slowly
from some infinite place
our coming to be
unknown to us as any mystery
our essence is an enigma
learned in stories
in evolving relationships
gradually we open to our identity
slowly — awareness dawns
like the rising of a newborn sun
breaking on our doorway of perception
we feel the draw of its warmth
and flow effortlessly into timelessness
as though immortal in the evermoment
we see — not over the horizon
for we perceive no horizon at all
there is but limitless eternal possibility
we comprehend no end — no beginning
immersed only in the perfect now
embodied wholly of our origin
it is therein exists the miracle of life
we are infinite beings — in this moment
dreaming to sustain this infinite moment
the struggles and limitations of time and reality
are not their truth — but our perception
so let go into the flow — let time carry you
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse