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The Old Rusty Gate
I wished to ascend, so I called a friend, who knew of such things and how to grow wings. ‘God’s abode’s within’, he said, ‘so begin, by simply choosing, head and heart, fusing’. ‘Each impulse distil, aligned with His will’. So I set out thus, aboard God’s love bus. I reached heaven’s gate and there chose to wait, for the gate was locked, so I stood there docked. A voice then affirmed that I’d have discerned, the gate’s my ego, which I must forgo. Once there’s no blockage and no desires rage, cleansed of every sin, I may then walk in. I cowered in fear, for my life was dear. What’s left, if I die? Is heaven, a lie? Conscience egged me on, ego shorn, reborn, the false dropped away; I saw then God’s play! I was living light, shining day and night. The gate was but thought, fears, ego begot. The manifest world, but intent unfurled, to know all are one, each being God’s son. Life’s a lucid dream, where thought forms do stream. To exit this game, simply take God’s name. The rot’s sunk in deep. How long will we sleep? There’s no gate, dear friend. Vaporise! Ascend! 23-June-2022 One In Five Poetry Contest Sponsor: Joseph May Syllables: HMS
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