Poem Mar 18th 2014

This is a poem which I originally wrote in 1999 and I found it again today. I have decided to publish it today. It also appears on the Lovin the Asylum Blog

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Doors
Is it really easy
when one is feeling queasy?
Choices are not so simple.
One spirit,but many paths
each equally right;
laden with uncertainity,
and curiousity.
The doors remain open
yet one keeps on hoping
for some sign
to signify the truth.
Barring help from above
One must seek it alone
then all victories,
and defeats, gains and losses
are your own.
Trying and troubling as a Zen Koan.
You are the riddle,
and the resolution.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) Aug 1999