Doorways Poem by Robert Rittel

Everyone will pass through invisible doorways of change,
spheres to explore with new dimension of strange.
Those new spaces play with another part of yourself at heart,
virtual dreams inspired by some journey of you, as part.
Moments in this evolution show references by purpose,
the multitude of choices provided that furnace.
Strange faces and different places, same eyes in the mental tower,
marked by inherit habitsin the wind of hour.
Attachments by convenient foam and wave,
the imaginable floating flower to be save.
Binding the individuality in time and sphere so clear,
as the earthly shore as vortex labyrinth so dear.
Behind every doorway, faith seal's the gaze towards the paradise,
in this framed wink of eternity as lover to realize.
O memory, you shimmering tread peering from the darkness to be lit,
burning in the rational concept of how, while the dream is already a perfect fit.
Now, do not dare hunt the savage dream and the vigilant flame,
and wonder how did you came to the same doorway again.
The lamp-holder at the doorway shinning gold has seen your form,
recognizing the integrity in gestalt of grace, leading you out of the storm.