Windows

Placed in the limit of two worlds,
on a chilly winter day,
the window of a warm house,
is both a paradise inside and hell outside.
Any path

that gives access to the abode
of the angel and the devil,
as choice wills it,
is the gateway to enlightenment .
A house owns the window

and with it the incoming
light but the onlooker owns the view,
be it
the whole universe with one look, or
the home coming flight of birds,

wing-beating, bringing
with them their freedom and the secrets
of the other world as if a part of us,
had been denied entry.
However when each of us,

looks at the world
from our own ego-shaded windows,
how bleary is reality? One must look
at his window,
from the world to see oneself!









Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2021-03-01 at 06:26

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Thought provoking, as always!
2021-03-01