doorway to the sun

the sins of the Father

are nothing more than avoidance

no matter how active

or passive

the men of this world are

in their state of being

it is always,

has always been,

will always be

their failure

to do their work,

and their acquiescence

to obfuscation

that creates the ever-tightening tension

of generations

and the growing pressure,

passing forever

onto the shoulders

of each new Son

what they can’t accept

is that All Ways

lead to the same, singular place

and even though they know this

—from their first, to their last breath,

they know this—

they remain closed to it,

ignoring the tempered, ever-present call of the soul

and insist, instead

on playing the part of every other,

building walls of reason

to block out the heart’s endless attempts

to drive them within

to drive them down

into the darkness

that sings for them

yet until they do

there is nothing that can be done

—it is always,

has always been,

will always be this way—

no matter how many faces

they adorn it with

no matter how many plays

they set up

and partake in

the doorway remains, unchanged,

calling to them

through the ages

asking them

to give in and listen

to the silent rhythms

of its seductive sedition

and make the only choice

that has ever

that will ever

exist:

to doom the world

to the fate of the wanton forgotten

or to turn and surrender

to decsension

step by step,

until they reach the depths

where they can accept

both the pleasure and the pain

together

in the finality of their existence

and in so doing

transcend it

and crystallize wings

for all our children

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