He was a cosmic expression.
He was a temple.
He pulled teeth from his mouth as if they were sacred teachings
and planted it within the dirt inside his chest
and tried to make a garden.
For the concepts he pulled and the love he tried to push
I will forever have respect.
May we always remember the meanings behind the appearances;
and although the appearance is at peace,
may the meanings never rest.
It’s just a door. Just a door you say? Then it is just a boundary preventing you from moving from your confinements, leaving you stagnant.
It’s just a door that holds in definite probabilities, and keeps out the endless possibilities.
It’s just door handle, a simple, logical mechanism.
Its use is so simple, yet its implications is freedom; possibility.
I am the door and the handle.
I determine what I keep in and leave out.
I see a lonely ship sailing the calm waters. All alone in a wide open world. Free to sail, free to explore.