At river’s edge
I can almost see through the wall.
It’s as though it doesn’t exist.

So Beautiful.
Serene.
Real.

There’s no conflict,
no confusion,
no contradiction.
Only stillness.
Beauty.
Peace.

Love.
I can feel it.
Pure.

Beyond all knowing.
But is it?
I can feel it.
Tugging.
I can hear it.
It whispers, “Rest here.
Lie down and sleep.
Your tears have no meaning. You are free.”
I wish to remain here an eternity.

But the wall must return.
Solid in appearance.

Life is change . . .
movement . . .
growth.
Pain sometimes, joy in others.
Fear.
Feelings, emotions, trapped, scared.
The wall is back.

At river’s edge I find a door.
Temporary as it may be.
Love again may be touched.


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