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....
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