Into the Mystic

I knocked on the doorway marked Freedom; yet no one answered.

I knocked many times more and awaited the door being swung open wide by the will of another; yet still it remained shut up.

Fuming and flummoxed I collapsed upon the doorstep.

I sat wearily for hours; indeed it felt to be many lifetimes so exhausted was I by the futility of my efforts to obtain entry to the Hearth of Freedom through the doings of another.

With emotions now spent, and will brought low, I arose once again; resolved to take leave and intent upon abandoning my afore sought objective.

While standing with gaze upon bulwark entryway and devoid of previous desire, an acceptance of my defeat, a whispered thought stilled my leave and I found my arm extending tentatively toward the knob of the door.

With expectation previously placed upon the deeds of others released, my fingers encircled the knob;

And So It Was, that with the Turning of Thought and Hand, I did now with great ease achieve the entry to the Freedom I long sought.

I share the undoing of this long suffered self-riddle now, as I rest within these Halls of Grace, and I offer this Truth hence gleaned;

Always it was I, and I alone, that were responsible to My Freedom; for none could give what they had not taken but merely as burden had received when once I had erroneously cast forth my destiny upon their efforts and deeds.

Sharon Brodbeck 09.28.2022

Into The Mystic