At the gate between exit and entry,
stands guard a symbol with no spears, daggers or keys
no words spoken or written, just a mindset.
If you go inwards into yourself you will pass a quiet place
where no emotional sentries stand guard while
you seek solace in the silence of empty spaces
This is where you pause awhile, take stock and retreat
into inner spaces where reside completeness, and repair kits
which you yourself left there as a child.
Once the mystical journey is complete
return to the world of living, healed and wholesome
leave your baggage at the exit point
leave a tithe for the realms, return happy and simple.
uncast yourself from the mould of materialism
and wear this new skin of spiritualism
which will clothe you in perpetual warmth-
be among the worlds whole people
a renewed person.
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,2 months ago
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