I Look For The Doorway With No Frame

This poem is written for the people I dearly love

I look for the doorway with no frame

To enter into the place  with no ceiling and no walls.

The land is before me now, beside me, within me

I move with no feet and see without eyes.

The colors are vibrant but unseen in open eyed state,

only as I enter in do I begin to unfold:

I walk into the thin spaces and collect poetry

off the tops of the meadow grasses and the underside of the fragrance of the sky…

Like collecting manna in the morning I savor the sweet full taste of grace

And merge into the hum of dawn. 

When I return,

 momentarily satisfied by this dew of life

I cannot find my words to tell you

How poetry tastes

And how the fresh picked stanzas that I stored in my pockets

(To bring back to you)

Melted into breezes and flew away.

So come…

We will find that doorway with no frame

And together enter into the place  with no ceiling and no walls

While exploding into sky.

(c) Diane L. Mathias, all rights reserved.