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The Door to Nowhere ----Billybuc Writing Challenge
"The Door to Nowhere" ...O yes...that had possibilities. Thank you, Bill, for tossing an idea our to get us thinking and doing....
Here is the link to his article...
The door reminds me of a stairway to nowhere that my Momma and Daddy and I passed each time we drove from Deltaville, Virginia, through West Point, Virginia, on our way to Richmond. Out in the marsh, just this side of the stinky pulp mill, stood a massive, iron stairway to nowhere ...no one seemed to know how it came to be there but it was a topic of conversation each time it came into view.
On a Quest
Was it only yesterday?
It cannot be so
We traveled thousands of miles
In ramshackle cars, on the Bullet train, in planes, on ships
Longing for that which we did not possess.
Deciding What to Do
“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.”
Cheerless faces faded in and out
The frenzied hands on our timepieces seemed unhinged
Causing time’s passage to spiral out of control
Yet, we were bereft. NO thing had soothed our yearning. For more. For whatever they had ---that we did not.
And It Came to This...
We ran into our selves as we came full circle
Was it only yesterday that we opened that door
That door we thought led to no where?
Skillfully it was placed there
It was the key
Therein lay the answer to all of our questions
We only had to come full circle to understand.
Every Hands a Winner, Every Hands a Loser
Each new day held unfulfilled promises
that seemingly lead to all of the dreams and hopes that we held so dear.
We rushed out, passed others, climbing over them on the way…
Certainly we would escape the emptiness
That we did not even know we held onto without ceasing,
Choking the very life from us and we were unaware.
Finding Love and Beauty
“When you feel lost turn towards love. Become a seeker of beauty in all things.”
Leaving behind, surely, a never ending
Just up ahead, around the next turn,
The PROMISE would be ahead soon…
And it was.
No Questions Answered
Was it only yesterday?
Was it just that moment ago
When we were so foolishly
Looking for every question to be answered, every path made easy
Every thing to bring us joy?
Could it be that we gave ourselves over to THINGS?
Maybe we had been asking the wrong questions since our journey began...
Surely we had been looking in all the wrong places, day after day.
Was it only yesterday
When we, after all, awakened to discovery
Awakened as if from an endless sleep
And found that what we had so hungrily been seeking
Was right here all the time?
Was it only yesterday that we found ourselves?
It Was Here All the Time
No longer afraid to gaze at our reflection in that cracked mirror we once feared
No more would our days be filled with
Finding that the things we had so selfishly grabbed
Would not fulfill the promise ….
A promise of calm, an end to seeking…
For we found it at last…and our souls are at rest.
It had been here all the time.
That door had led to SOMEWHERE after all.
“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.” ~Lemony Snicket
As I began this challenge, the words took off and left me in their dust.
I was the vessel...the ideas and thoughts took over and wrote this for me. It really does not come from a place within me...as my experiences have not really lead me on this journey. Mine has been much different one.
No matter I suppose from whence it came.
The Gambler by Kenny Rogers came to mind as this writing unfolded.
'''Knowing when to hold 'em and knowing when to fold 'em, knowing when to walk away and knowing when to run..: Yes,we would all do well to learn that...
"Knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep."
It just works for me.
Paying attention. Value what is right before us.
Keeping the best of the best in our lives and allowing anything else to be left behind.
© 2015 Patricia Scott