The Doors

I fell asleep after a day

of parable existence, of

paragon and paradoxic life.

I fell off my thoughts and of my body –

my soul wafting and awake,

into a beautiful

and virtuous world.

My internal eye, emancipated,

was seeing no boundaries,

no impurities of the flash,

no empty space, no time constraints.

The only two adulterations

of the harmonious

and universal power of absorption

were the two opposing doors.

One erected in the West

with its perfect antipode -

presiding in the East.

Sitting on a silver platter

my entire outer ego was exposed –

and then enlightened

by the seven suns.

My left and digital representation

connubial to the door into the West

with my right – numerical depiction

aligned with the door presiding in the East.

With inner power

I communed sharply

for both doors

to open and with a batter  sound they did.

Behind the door into the West

I saw an embryonic life,pulsating, 

and ready to ascend

into the present from the hope.

Behind the door into the East

I saw the old and fading

the present –

ready to descend into the oblivion’s abyss.