Where all things pass through

a poem about transmutation

I'm an open door
through which the light flows in,
and the shadows lengthen,
but the crystals gleam, too.

I'm an open window,
welcoming the wandering wind,
and the dust settles in,
but the scent of lilacs does, too.

I'm the endless sea
where strange creatures drift freely,
and tempests swallow ships whole,
but a mermaid makes her home beneath, too.

I'm the boundless land
where hands shape stone into shelter,
and toil etches itself into skin,
but kinship takes root there, too.

I'm the widening sky
a passage for all that flies and falls,
and there's satellites, ash, and burning stars,
but there's the moon, and birdsong at dawn, too.

I am an openness,
sanctuary for duality.
I'm the vessel
ready to discern.
I'm the seam in the veil
that fears nothing.

For I am the portal
that will make it anew:
and there will be light from dark,
abundance from void,
wine pressed from blood.

Celebration through ceremony,
and ceremony in celebration.
Cradling every contradiction,
well-loved
equally.

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