One Single Impression: Doorways

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Dark and dust here,
Light and breath there.

How many years to cross this portal,
To get from here to there?

Too many or none.

Call me. I come.

(Very recently reconnected with an old friend--a very good old friend--and realized that living well is a matter of being in love with life on its terms, not mine, and of letting it be. That, I think, is the only invitation necessary to pass through the portal.)

One Single Impression

Comments

  1. Anonymous12:55 AM

    How many years to cross this portal_the meanings with innocent simplicity hum a melody of poetic thought..SandyCarlson..Thank U..

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  2. nice shotand nicely said
    mind challenging

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  3. This is a glorious pic of a window and your words create a song-like complement! Wonderful!

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  4. Indeed, none of us knows the days, hours or years on this side of this portal.

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  5. this photo can indeed relate to reality. too many doors but only one is special.

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  6. Anonymous6:41 AM

    Wow this poem is very beautiful. The rhythm is wonderful and you conveyed such profound meaning through such simple words.. that's a rare gift.

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  7. A suggestion of indecision; not of our own choosing. This a lovely photo of inviting light seen from within. Your words are thought provoking.

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  8. That's lovely, Sandy! And the photo is magnificent! I'll call you! Hugs! Happy weekend!

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  9. Anonymous7:36 AM

    This evokes the 'dust you are and dust you shall be' of the funeral service. Amazing things await once the call is answered. Such hope in this poem. Thank you.

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  10. Huuuuummmm. Pappy

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  11. Anonymous8:56 AM

    Love it!!! And the picture is perfect.

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  12. This is really lovely.

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  13. Anonymous9:26 AM

    beautiful shot! that's a nice view.

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  14. Wonderful image and splendid thought.
    I think there is a reality in which neither the time gliding nor the space exist, and yet is much more live and concrete than our world.

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  15. a lovely poem of acceptance.

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  16. a wonderful post for Sunday. light should always rule our lives.

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  17. A nice thought provoking post, and with a beautiful window to enhance your words... I remember being told that my next stop could be my last one if I did not have a certain operation... I did not then or now feel ready to move much closer to that portal. :O)

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  18. This was excellent Sandy. What a great prompt this week!

    Loved the photo too, striking.

    www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

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  19. Lovely photo and very moving poem. The poem is settling inside me, helping to calm me down on a fractious day. Thank you.

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  20. Anonymous4:44 PM

    A delight! Reminds me of "I come quickly"... your rhythm is enchanting. :)

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  21. Oh wow, not only a pretty photo but some deep thoughts as well!

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  22. Beauitful photos on your blog space. Followed your link from Sky Watch Friday and like what you are doing here.

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  23. Nice rhyme-and a theological theme too. Lovely Photgraph.
    Thank You.

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  24. It beckons. And you help us along with those words.

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  25. I am commenting here to thank you for your encouraging comments on my Sky Watch Friday post. Then I saw your photos and had to tell you I LOVE this one! I like the rose bud too.

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  26. Anonymous12:37 PM

    This is one of those beautiful notions you keep with you for days.
    Thanks,Sandy

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  27. WOW! Fabulous verse and Fabulous Pic! WOW!

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  28. Anonymous12:53 PM

    Such beautiful words and thoughts, I had to read and enjoy it three times.

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  29. Thoughtful piece - beautiful photo!

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  30. A poem of wavering,then decision. Good work. Love the photo with the light streaming through the window, enticing you to come!

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  31. Being in love with life on its terms, not mine..that is profound!

    The last four words reveal your honorable humility. Beautiful post.

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  32. letting that which truly does not matter, slide. I really wish that I'd figured this all out much sooner!

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  33. Gorgeous photo and an exquisite deep poem. "Too many or none. Call me I come." Beautiful lines, but then the whole poem is beautiful.

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  34. I just love both the pictures and words. How lovely and nicely said.


    love-bd

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  35. Anonymous8:45 PM

    absolutely!!!... call me i come.. when you spoke of reconnecting w/an old friend... and letting it be... great stuff sandy... i imagined it's as if feather light to pass through... definitely spoke to me!!

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  36. Anonymous7:53 AM

    I was reminded of the years that I stopped talking to Dad. The years grew wider and the courage to call grew faint. Finally, I made the call. It was welcomed.

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  37. Beautiful :-) The picture and the poetry that goes with it...

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