The Open Door

Gazing at the light pouring in. 

It’s bright. Inviting. Lovely light.

It calls us forward. Asking.

Do come now, for all will be brand new.

So it is.

Brand new. Doors open. Some close.

We focus on the ones we see.

Realizing the world holds all kinds of magic

beyond that open door.

Stepping through. No memories haunt us anymore.

Cool, vibrant thoughts. Memories of laughter and joy.

Fully expand us.

So when the sadness seeps in, we see it.

We watch it. Acknowledge it. Help it bloom into joy again.

So it continues. Open door. Moving forward.

Closing those we choose, or are chosen for us.

Either way it all works out.

We find our way. Stumbling, skipping, jumping, running, limping.

Whatever works in the moment. As it all is.

A door open.