Birth Is a Doorway

We enter and exit through the vision – what we see, and what we deny; never knowing what is there; nearsighted and a-far – born unclear, our focus a gradual ascent – eyes, not a victory, but what they show us of the world outside, unseen; birth is a doorway ajar – the vehicle, and not the journey; the thrust, but not the fuel; born to die so that we may live...passing through and beyond in recyclable increments....