The Open Door: Poetry & Art

Infinity's Gate - 6" oil burner


The river unfolded in dream,
rollicking hills that spread on towards infinity

Lavish frustrations,
gathered like swans on the surface of reality

And above, soaring expectations,
black of feathers reaching the sun

Then I woke this morning to see an Ibis 
standing in front of an Open Door

The message rendered from its plumed throat 
 came from beyond the skies:


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