I gaze upon the door before me. There sits the padlock. Thick. Heavy.
Keyless.
Like the heart of the Beloved.
I gaze upon the shackle, binding the padlock to the door.
Attached.
Like the spirit to the body.
I gaze upon the keyhole, deep, dark, inviting.
Calling.
Am I the key?
© Yamini Ali MacLean 2017
Aunty this is a very thought provoking post. I never thought about being a key.
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Now this is a thinker!
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oh I hope you will be the key.... love it ;o)
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ReplyDeleteExcellent in so many layers. Namaste, Janice xx
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