The Doors

The doors of perception, they say, light the way; veiling the light at the end of our stay.

The doors are in our minds, looming like a bitter moon.  Choices, voices, textures burnt inside. Trillions of sounds drown silence out; vibrations down the spine.

The doors are in our hearts, shielding feelings from the rains; closets where forgotten wait, and the time will come to with all be one, and so too become one with the truth.

The doors shade our eyes, blurring our sight, altered perceptions of truth; eras, as moments, evolve as they pass. Lives twist with age and wisdom gained, scouting altered truths we must go

The doors protect us from danger on earth; oppression & tyranny at both land and sea; oh so oblivious, so naïve.  Just open your mind and open your heart and the eyes shall be set free.