The Sacred Door
from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice
It is nearly midnight in the house. Quiet enough now for me to listen, locate the sacred place, circle it, knock at the door and ask to be let in. I come here every night and beg for sustenance. Is it greedy? This practice of asking and asking? Nothing really happened today except that I walked one city block with a white butterfly twirling alongside, diving, circling, fluttering at my shoulder. I hear the sacred door crack open. I am told what I already know: The butterfly and the noticing are everything.
"The butterfly and the noticing are everything". Thank you, dear Julia, for reaching inside me to get my attention! I often walk by the door without seeing. I love this reminder!
Thank you for allowing us to share glimpses of your experience through the crack of your sacred door!