When We Open the Inner Door

Now stealthy age upon my hours creeps

Though youth resides a sapling in my heart,

Yet the Man of Sorrows in my bosom weeps

For beauty I have seen this earth depart.

What know I of the soul, of others' thought,

In the complexity of earthly things,

At times I am a dream, a shadow caught

In thinking mind's relentless questionings.

There are moments few within the spirit's glow

When life is seen by different eyes than these,

An inner self no longer needs to know,

Calm it waits and striving not to please

But gather life into its vast embrace.

All seeking is an inner knowing's core,

All presences a familiar welcome face

That greets us when we open the inner door.