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Saturday, September 24, 2016

Life Awaits

" Every door is another passage, another boundary .....
  we have to go beyond. "
                                            RUMI
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I used to think
That life was like a journey down a road

You followed it, wherever it led

Yes there were surprises around some corners
And from time to time choices
To go this way
Or that
Stretching out ahead
visible
to my searching eyes

But now it seems life is more like wandering through a maze
of hallways and doors

you cannot see what is ahead
hallways end
and we have no choice
but to find doorways
through which we must go, if the journey is to continue

Oh yes, we can quit
And sit in futility in the hallway
Surrounded by institutional green
immersed in sterility and futility

but doorways beckon
we are not sure what is behind them
but we must make a choice
and enter

into what is next
another hall
another door

and the journey goes on!

life awaits

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