doors

Much has happened lately while still seemingly falling down this hole. There are doors all around. Choosing which ones to go through or even seeing if the doors can be pushed open, or will they just open on their own?. Hmm ... likely not the latter. Seems effort is the order of business these days. Co-operation is helpful too. Oh to not have so many choices.
Gone are the days of someone else choosing your path. But wait, it is a chosen path. Just not as obviously marked. Perhaps there is good reasoning for that. Doors open, doors close seems to be an endless place of doors.
No numbers, no welcome signs and no knobs either. How curiously strange.

Lots of words spoken, lots of sense made. Reassurance is comforting. Seems to be someone watching and listening. I sense eyes and light. Nice to know someone's there. There's this sense of needing a release I have been feeling especially today. It feels like a storm forming, there's clouds and a whisp of a breeze and a bit of light. I feel the rain it's warm and wet. Small drops, now larger ones... Wait, thats not rain drops, those are tears. Aaah tears. It's like I have been holding my breath and I need to exhale. I have been waiting. Waiting to see the time, except there's no numbers. No addresses, no phones. Only clocks and doors and flasks. A feeling of sensing things but not seeing or being able to catch or hold.
There's a song playing I can hear it.. A song from days long ago, You can look at the menu but you just can't eat, you can feel the cushions but you can't have a seat, you can dip your foot in the pool but you can't have a swim... ah an old anthem...no one ever is to blame...

I see the girl sitting by a pool of water staring longingly as if ignoring the reflection in the mirror... waiting, for something, waiting...... hoping to behold something more. Is she awake? Is she dreaming? I am sure the rabbit is here somewhere, I can bet he's nearby, waiting, for something. Watching. By a pool of water? on a beach by the ocean perhaps?, by a mountain stream.
I have seen pictures lately of the high place, oh how I want to go. I miss the sights, the smells, the feels. I also long for the sand and surf, the tingly air...someday someday soon....