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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
