Imaginary Doors
In between mental boundaries,with new fathoming’s to founder.Surreptitiously approaching, one’s ownunconscious mind colloquy.Looking for the entrance,introspectively the door is not there,so how to circumvent this block?Did they just naturally imagine this,compartment subconsciously?Expressing this waggle dance from a cloister,past falling into rabbit holes and the rainbows,standing on the threshold of imaginary doors.Drinking both bottles and taking both red and blue pills,at the same time, metaphorically speaking,past the matrix of choice, spiritually speaking.More than chemical and more than electrical!These are but high imaginations, to cast down.The myth of only ten percent of brain use andon the contemplation, of things of the mind.We should ask the creator of the mind yet,so many, stand at the door and dismiss it as imaginary,while some stand on the other side,beckoning them to come to and go through the door.Please consider this! John 10:9 I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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