My Dream Place Poem by Atef Ayadi

I meditate since I was a child.
And every time,
I start by
Closing my eyes.
I imagine myself standing in front of a staircase
That is leading downwards into the darkness
A dark staircase
Leading to an
Unseen
Closed door;
Closed since the ancient time.
A door that opens to my sacred place
My retreat, my dreams, and peace place.

I do not have fear of darkness
At all!
Period!
But I am curious what is behind
That door
And how my sacred,
My dreams, and
My peace place will look like

I imagine myself stepping down on the first step
And stepping down on the second step
I felt my feet touching each step
As I counted them 21 steps.
I finally touched the door
With two hands
And my nose;
I smelted it:
It is a heavy layer of copper covering wood;
Cause I know the smell of copper,
I know the smell of wood,
And I know the smell of copper covering wood.
My excitement was to reach the door and open it.
My excitement is to discover my sacred,
My dreams, and
My peace place.
As I opened the door,
I saw Eileen
Holding a red, orange, yellow, and blue roses
And smiling to me.

For five years
I repeatedly
Do the same meditation
I close my eyes
I hope to reach the door
My excitement is discover my sacred,
My dreams,
My peace place.
Once I open the door,
I see Eileen
Holding a red, orange, yellow, and blue roses
And smiling to me.

This is my fate;
Each time I open the door
To my peace
And to my dreams;
I see Eileen
Holding the same roses
Red, orange, yellow, and blue,
And smiling to me.