The Door Poem by Alexander Shaumyan

for Heather

There is a door
That opens to those,
Who want to see what
Really is inside--

And when it opens,
It can't once more
Be closed
By those who've opened
Their eyes.

Some call it knowledge,
Some call it
Information
That has so long
Been hidden from the view--

There is a door--
There is another station,
Broadcasting what
We all somehow
Knew.

It opens to those
Without fear,
Whose minds are
Open to take that
Sudden leap--

There is a door,
That opens to those,
Awakened from
Two thousand years
Of sleep.

I saw it just
This morning--
Bright and early--
It had a sign
That told me
To come in--

Abandon all
The experts
And the gurus--
And listen
To the source
Of everything.

Turn off the news,
The media,
The papers,
That tell you
To believe
In their lies--

There is
The truth
Inside you--
If you listen--
That tells you
More than all
The science
Combined.

It's called
Awareness--
The frequency
Of knowing
That no books
Or experts
Can replace--

Some call
It truth,
Some call it
Love eternal--
It has no name,
No gender, race
Or face.

It lifts us all
Above the chains
Of fear,
It lights the way
And lifts
The fog of lies,
Reminding us
That soul is immortal,
And the immortal
Lives and never
Dies.

July 31,2021
--Alexander Shaumyan