A Door In the Mountain
I had the dogs to talk to on the way
the birds to guide me
and the hours where like flowers blooming
growing as we searched and sniffed
high and low step by step
from landing to landing
until before I knew it
I was at the top of the mountain,
at a door set into the rock
I knocked
and I could clearly see
how the river was the roots of my journey
was also the tree and was also the pattern
of you and me reaching
from the earth to the sky
a smile was the clouds
passing beneath your rainbow hands
I opened the door and went into the mountain
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