A door opens to another door,

the door to a window,

the window to an openness

that becomes total

 

Looking back into forgotten landscapes,

a cabin stands against thunder,

a hill pushes the horizon,

eyes follow a twisted dirt road

 

Looking out where north is not,

no stones bar the vastness,

no fences block the coyote,

no bolts hold back the crazed intruder:

 

Only the pure self

in a singular moment

between life and life

advancing in a warm bright light

 

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