Door to the transcendental
A poetic exploration
A door to the transcendental
Exists in the mind, it is our temple
We carry with us on this journey
It’s left to us to realize we’re worthy
Most don’t go deep enough
Afraid the going may be rough
Facing existential angst and fear
We hold onto the outside as dear
Projecting images, the mind calls it real
The eyes take in whatever has appeal
Real beauty’s lost through interpretation
We can’t easily leave that conversation
It doesn’t stop, until we’re asleep
Resuming with the morning alarm’s beep
Sweet or bitter, it is hard to predict
The storylines are exact and strict
The mind, we see as disorganized
Once placid, it becomes highly prized
The door to the transcendental
It comes to us as a free rental
How we use the mind differs
It is strengthened by four pillars
Of which one becomes central
The ego, it makes us sentimental
‘I own’, two words that will bind
Taking freedom, leaving us confined
Forgetting we are a door away
We live like we’re here to stay
The door to the transcendental
Finding it is never accidental
Momentary effort can be cumulative
As long as we’re not accumulating
The mind is an expanding balloon
But protective as a cocoon
It is hard to escape its borders
Keeping us in sight, its strict orders
There is an entertaining display
Keeps our detachment at bay
Without it, we can’t see the door
It is hidden behind what we store
Caring for the temple we carry
There is no better way to be happy
That energy is the food we need
For the journey out of greed
A day will come when we begin
Finding the grand entrance within
It makes the journey fruitful
The mind left behind will be truthful
We can return anytime we choose
Personally, there’s nothing to gain or lose
Compassion for the world is natural
When we touch the supernatural
It cannot be described in words
But experienced on silence’s terms
Hard work brings us closure
And the transcendental door closer
