Doorway

There is a
doorway.

On this side
of the door are
chore lists with
check boxes,
treadmills,
paeans to the
Puritan Work Ethic,
Codes of Conduct and
corporate
Vision Statements;
entire religions,
in fact.

On the other side
of the door are
songs that come
to the singer
in a dream,
stories that
come through
the teller
and wrap
the listener
in bearhugs of
feelings so
fierce
they contain
deaths and
resurrections,
pictures so
vivid
they rebuild
your eyes
from scratch.

Can we meet
on the other side
of that door?

I call it
The Mystery.
I’d love
to hear
what
you call it.

(Photo by Sean Thoman, UnSplash)