THE DOOR
You stand before it
Wondering what lies beyond...your final unconscious thought
Only the purity of absolute conscious presence will allow safe passage now
It slows...
The rhythmic source of being, breath and heartbeat unite
As the air of life leaves and enters your body steadily
You step closer now...
Your fingers find the solid arched frame of this mighty Praetorian Guard
The metal of the Iron cast handle cold and smooth in your hand
A book to be opened...?
A story to be told...?
With the weight of your body hard against it, you push forward
...and surrender fully to the moment
