These days I see doors once closed
now slightly ajar, shadowed slits
of accessibility, possibility
asking questions of myself
why in my youth and wild exuberance
urge to take to have as if
no time to waste the modus operandi,
grab and take no prisoners
times winged chariot breathing heavily
now pause take a breath maybe
see through the gap raised arms
nymph disrobing free in privacy
no need for concern, just there to be
liberty and sense of spaciousness
being doing knowing, there’s the rub
free from the sense of interloper
free fear itself no need to knock,
entry breaks illusion and what was
is no more, the trick is to know when,
to simply enjoy the flower, ripe fruit,
cicada ex-chrysalis drying its wings
newly in the sun, without touching
without desire to feel or acquire,
for in acquisition comes knowledge
that possession is loss 
never knowing the difference 
between
illusion and reality
doors open
doors closed.