Free (prose)

Doors closed shut,
DO you know of them?
what lays behind?
If you are lacking meaning,
leave your baggage outside,
and come in free from weight,
weight that has shackled you to the ground.
To see you must be free...


Have you looked?
Mirror is calling you...
are you Willing to answer?
Can you endure the gaze?
The gaze coming from the other side...
Are you willing to look,
But to look is not to see,
it takes more than will,
More than knowledge,
To see you must be free...

That rattling,
You liar,
You are still chained,
Your neck bound to the ground,
Your gaze locked to the floor,
Shades dancing in the dirt,
mirrages of reality they are,
warped and twisted is your sight,
But
To See you must be free...

You know not of World and light,
those shades... all you ever known,
potent is the venom of your doubt,
but stung you are not,
Fear deceived you,
paralyzed you,
Turned you against your own,
but there is hope,
but hope without certainty,
to imbrace doubt for
doubt is to truth,
what light is to sight...
But
To See you must be free...

Clarity arises from confusion,
From clarity rises strength,
Strength a stranger unknown,
stranger that broke your earthly bonds,
Now you may rise...
Now you are free to see...