Beyond the Door

I see the beauty in the breakdown.  I understand the special duality of darkness and light. I embrace the ephemeral quality of pleasure and pain and see life in the whisper of possibilties.

I feel for the spaces between experiences, the passing of potential futures and the poetry of loss in the moments we overlooked.

I love life but I don't fear death.  I don't want to die but I know I've been there before.  I seek meaning where there is none and know there is none.  And yet still seek meaning from the void.

I know the gifts that come from hurt.

"I have been here before, but when or how I cannot tell.  I know the grass beyond the door"

Tinky Tinky
Dec 14, 2007