take various paths
sky is door never closed
sun moon aren’t doorknobs
I’m trying to create an option for all
these doors in life. You’re inside
or out, outside or in. Of late, doors
have failed us more than the two-party system
or marriages comprising only one person.
We’ve been fooled into thousands of dualisms
which the Buddha says is a bad idea.
Nature has portals rather than doors.
There are two vast cottonwoods near a creek
and when I walk between them I shiver.
Winding through my field of seventy-seven
large white pine stumps from about 1903
I take various paths depending on spirit.
The sky is a door never closed to us.
The sun and moon aren’t doorknobs.
Dersu Uzala slept outside for forty-five years.
When he finally moved inside he died.
Doors by Jim Harrison.
I drove out to my workplace for the first time in a month due to construction on the workplace.
The last time I drove, I drove my car into the rising sun.
Today, I drove in the dark.
I take various paths to work as the light changes as the Earth tips.
The path is the same but at least seems different.
And I always end up in the same place.
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