There are walls
inside me, I’ve discovered,
walls inside me still.
Understandable that one
could find himself
enclosed by limitations,
finite life within
a finite mental house
perhaps having turned away
early on as protection
from some stalking pain,
but those times
come to an end.
It’s time to take
away the walls.
I see an image of
big white dry-walls
being hoisted, and carried away,
removed completely
from interior spaces.
I would be, Beloved,
simply a presence,
an openness
taking in the music
of people and things
all part of
the One
I Am.
