Beyond the Door

Don Hynes

Cleansed of stress

and ill feeling,

root fed and purged,

I relish the inner space,

the sympathy with what rises.

Deep green has touched the earth

though cold winds stir the sea

and spring waits

while the ancient balance

holds the churning wave,

the tall swaying trees.

Letting go I am found,

emptied out I am full;

beyond the doors between us

a land rich with peace.

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