DOOR
1
For a long time there were people who depended on God's way.
Then came a strange
people who depended on a store.
2
These blind people carried powerful rifles and other
things of war
assembled in
factories and sold by the store.
The blind ones could
see not that the store owned them
and all they once
were proud to stand for
were lost to them as
beggars who with shrunken soul
knew not life nor
what it is for but had weapons of war and the things in a store and a
plan which they misrepresented as part of a method they called
strategy along with a slogan tell them what you have to tell even
if it be untruth and tell nothing more. And
never feel inwardly bound by what you have told before. And,
sadly, the people of God's way kept not their wits about them that
would have warned them to stay away and not trade with these ones who
belonged to a store.
3
And no one saw that the art of the blind was also without
vision and that it was an art that said as much and it continues to
this day to be that same way filled with sorrow and pain and regret
and they sing it and dance it and write of it and make films around
it and worship most strongly through the things from the store which
by now does not have to be a material place staffed by people at all
but an imaginary store reached by clicking and robots bring the
things from the lifeless store to my door.
4
This is a heartless, sterile way to live I tell you. I yearn
to return to the way it was before. My heart tells me to sit with the
yearning and let it build to a roar and when it forces a shout leap
up and roar! And look for a yet unfound door. And, by Golly,
remember where to find what you never lost from the road of before
and this time hold tight as a human to the treasure of the heart like
your ancestors of forgotten lore written in a forgotten language, a
stone, a leaf, an unfound door.
Nobody
Else Can Do It You For*
A
hint: seek and read as if your life depends upon it Leaves of Grass
by Walt Whitman
