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The Door that Opens with Patience

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Introduction

A profound allegorical poem exploring the transformative power of patience through the metaphor of a mystical, unreachable door adorned with precious gems and ancient symbols. This inspirational verse contrasts the failures of those who approach life’s greatest challenges with force, courage, or status against the quiet triumph of one who possesses patience as their only weapon.

There once was a door, beautiful and old,

of mahogany, silver, glittering gems, and gold

Out of reach forever, for both,

the most courageous and the very bold

Carved delicately, with all the symbols so mystic,

spinning and telling tales, both lively and tragic

Within that door, throbbed a warm heart,

but cold to touch, it was just magic

So many approached this formidable door,

the king and the beggar, the priest and the whore

So many returned from the cruel threshold,

walking on trembling feet, crawling on the floor

They came back with heavy hearts and sad eyes,

broken egos, burdened souls, and anguished cries

Lost forever within their dark regret,

they came back without gains, without a prize

Then came the one, a true soul and heart,

he was no warrior, patience, his only art

He was the one who dared to knock,

the door finally opened, not fully but in part  

For finding the door, he feels so proud,

and knocking on it, he smiled and bowed

So lucky that the door chose to open,

but the quest remains, he secretly avowed

He may be called in or he may be told to wait,

either way for him, it would be great

He has the requisite patience; he has what it takes,

accepted or rejected, it will be him and his fate

Beyond the Edge of Storm

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Introduction

A powerful metaphorical poem that maps the spiritual journey from isolation and struggle toward enlightenment and self-understanding. Through vivid imagery of storms, hidden doors, and eternal knowledge, this inspirational verse explores the transformative path beyond life’s difficulties. The poem presents a progressive journey through four stages: confronting loneliness, facing life’s storms, seeking hidden wisdom, and ultimately finding pure understanding and self-realization.

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In the present, in this very instance;

a white shell of sad and lonely existence

Within this very shell, your soul is alive;

sticking to life with strength and persistence

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Beyond your hearing, beyond your sight;

there is a storm waiting – it’s flashes so bright

Within that storm, a quest is hidden;

a journey demanding true strength and might

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Beyond that storm, beyond its great shadow;

there is a silent door in the high wall of woe

Behind that door, there is eternal knowledge;

a moth worshipping fire, dancing to and fro

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Beyond that knowledge, beyond its very lure;

lies the true understanding, white and pure

Within that understanding, within its warm glow;

you will find yourself, it’s wisdom for sure

Love in the Times of Hatred

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Life punches us in the gut with ‘fuck yous,’ hatred cuts us with a million sharp blades—but still we carry on, still we walk, and still we believe in love’s grand power.

Each time that we try to hope,

and each time that we dare to dream

Each time that we hold a rope,

and each time we desire to scream

Life just offers one big ‘fuck you!’,

and punches us right in the gut

Life just throws one big ‘damn you!’,

and treats us like a disowned mutt

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Still we carry on, and still we walk,

believing in love and its grand power

Still we hurry on and still we talk,

while hope burns on a distant, high tower

We place our faith in caring and affection,

but there is one thing that we forget

We put aside any fears of rejection,

but there still exists a dark, deadly threat

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Hatred, that’s what it is called by you and all,

it waits in the darkness, all shadowy and black

Loathing is a terrible ghost that lurks in the hall,

while patience and silence stand back to back

It sneers with an ugly, yellow satisfaction,

and cuts us with a million sharp blades

It fears no revenge and never any reaction,

our blood flows freely and in all shades

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It doesn’t care for affection or for even love,

devastating us and all that we ever possess

It favors only chaos and not a white dove,

leaving behind ashes and just a terrible mess

But still we breathe and still we dream,

believing in the power of love and what it can do

Our hope keeps smiling and riding a sunbeam,

choosing to ignore all, hatred, and loathing too