Doorway

In my dreams, for many years now there has been an open doorway. Every dream, it’s the same door revealing many truths left unexpressed ‘til now. Where in my aloneness I can see what has always been there. The door ajar, entices me to explore the splendors beyond the stone gray wall. Dare I go? Lest I lose myself out there in a strange and unknown world? I catch whiffs of scents and hear sounds muffled in the distance, I do not recognize them but the door beckons me, ’Come hither, child.’ In each dream, I end up walking past this threshold; I wander its streets, long and narrow…cobblestone paths caressing my bare feet. I encounter familiar faces, yet I do not know them. They radiate smiles and a light glows from their chests. They speak without words, yet I understand. They speak of love and I feel a joy that enwraps me like a blanket. A white wool blanket, it’s so soft, so fluffy and so comforting. I wander further, caressing my white wool blanket…I catch the scent of the sea…alluring…a gentle breeze on my face…there it is…in all Its Magnificence. The Endless Sea, waves touching the shore…the moon so bright, illuminating this vision before me. Someone calls my name from behind me, there is no one there, but the open doorway awaits me. I kiss the air that I breathe and slowly make my way back to the doorway.


I have always thought that door led to the world outside; instead I find that it leads to the world within.



Jagakarsa, Jakarta.
September 24, 2011