This House Without Any Doors
We come to this world, conjured as such,
in a strange and mysterious way.
Through borrowed eyes, we can see ourselves,
by wearing this costume of clay.
We travel the world, and carve out spaces,
filling them with gold and precious things.
The wisest of men will not waste their time,
for they know what the future brings.
'Off this mortal coil, we all must shuffle',
and come to rest on the sacred shores.
There the soul can find its' deliverance,
from this house without any doors!
4/29/2017-
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2017
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