The Doors Open by Carrie Hart

The Doors Open

The doors open

Not just a crack, but fully open and wide

And the wind blows through

Drapes billow out in the fresh breeze

Opening, opening

One door after another, one window after another

The breeze is fresh and new

As it blows through

I feel the cleansing, blowing freshness

I am like one of the billowing curtains, sheer and diaphanous,

Beauty and love flowing and blowing

Clean and pure on the air

I stand now on the open plains

Where the breeze blows across the land

And the whole world is like a grassland unending

As far as the eye can see open, open

Open and unobstructed

All barriers down

All obstacles removed

My translucent hand reaches out and forms life from air

Air like clay that can be molded

Matter formed by my own translucent being

Air full of life and love

Yes, love,

Love is the clay

Love is the artist and the art itself

Love is the clay and the potter

Love is the hand that forms and the form that results

And the freedom that blows is a freedom to create

And here at the heart is my own beating heart

That beats in tune with your own

The coming and going of timeless time

The coming and going of formless form

We ask: Is it now?

Is it now to move, to form, to be in this wondrous opening?

And the answer flies back across the plains, as swift as that breeze,

No, no, swifter

As fast as the blink of an eye, it comes

Yes, yes

The time is now

The energy is here now

The open blowing moving forming of the formless into being

This is now

And the fresh air of being is now

Reach out your hand of love

Grab the freshening air and form it

The world is molded to your own thinking, being, intending hand

A light glows and comes toward you

See it fill the air

The moment is now for the forming

The moment is now for creation

The world is yours to shape and form

You are the light

You are the love

You are the artist, the creator

We are the light, we are the love

We are the creators

Blowing and open and new

I am

We are

Life is

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Please go to www.carriehart.com to see a photograph that accompanies this poem. You will find it at the very end of the poem.