there’s a door I know

that cries to be open when it’s closed

and when it’s open

will often loudly shut when predisposed 

there are words I’ve been told 

that wish to be spoken 

but remain undisclosed

waiting for the blessing of the soul

and we are in between

passing through the seamless seem

the hidden love inside 

waiting to be redeemed 

in the awakening from 

the endless dream 

and in nothing 

lies the secret of everything

til we find that golden ring 

and make peace with what it brings 

and the door will open

and the answers will be known 

and the light will shine forth

from the soul

the words will be spoken 

and the truth will be known

the moment the blossoming unfolds 

when all the ducks are in a row

when we’re face to face 

and soul to soul 

joined together again 

with God and made whole