Little Doorways

Each step becomes the path, towards

truth I am moving, like water turning to mist,

I surrender, I surrender,

from matter to spirit,

I rise with the sun and flow with the river.

I do not know where it will take me, so

I listen, deeply, truly, bowing

humbly to the air in my lungs and the blood

in my heart, what a miracle this body is,

moving me from here to there, and yet

nowhere, for the light of my heart knows

no timeline, no destination,

only the eternal now.

Each step a remembrance of this holy life,

the sacred gift, the mystery -

little doorways open everywhere,

what a joy to

enter.

Top photo by Joshua Sortino, Bottom Photo by Tony Williams on Unsplash 🙏