Poetry Sunday

The Portal

In the portal of my mind,

there is a window in which I climb.
I often float into the core.
I sense I am an open door.

Gracefully I behold the light.

My weightless body takes to flight.

Seeking a place I long to be.

One in which no man can see.

Penetrating my very being.

It is the truth that I am seeing.

No one grasp this cosmic realm.

I'm left alone to man the helm.

Enwrapped in warmth I behold.

The meaning of life begins to unfold.

Absorbing that which I see,

I bring the light to earth with me.

The portal closes I open my eyes.

Roaming now my souls in disguise.

For knowledge shared is wisdom told.

I’ve a key to my portal that only I hold.

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