Doorway to the Soul

Is it the heart, pumping into oblivion, a constant opening and shutting about the hinges? If you dive in at just the right moment, you’ll make it through; but some things get lost in the force of outward push when timing doesn’t align.

Is it the mind, with its sharp edges and vast tunnels, trapping meta-bits and mega-bits for projections now, then, and later? Conscious clouds and unconscious caverns alike, anything goes here. It’s not hard to get in, but even easier to get lost in the infinitesimal catacombs and galleries, burrows and bores, under-passings and over-passings and criss-crossings and cross-cuttings. A four-dimensional map that’s hard for even the four-dimensional map itself to fathom. A multitudinal, myriad, voluminous mass of complexity that makes limitless and boundless sense. It’s not difficult to enter but it’s exceedingly intricate to configure the full particulars, the big picture of all the small pieces collaborating and moving in harmony. You may never find your bearings in this lay of the land; if you can’t, it was never meant for you — so stumble through and move along.

Is it the throat, through which we speak in sound bites, spiraling in towards meaning but never quite hitting the mark of true essence? Could the key to a transcendental doorway possibly lie in such obscure means? If not then how could we ever fall in love by means of communication? Would not it take implicit intimations to even come close to the expression of the divine?

If “eyes are windows to the soul,” as Shakespeare contended, then what is the door?

There must be a door if there is a window.

I dreamt of a long-locked door, suddenly hanging open. It was unsealed, revealed; suddenly made passable, navigable. I stuck my head through and looked about, but didn’t enter. A knowing descended upon me, that there was more work to be done yet, but it was open to me now: a long-locked door quietly hanging agape, patiently waiting for me to traverse the threshold, and enter the next level.

So maybe the doorway to the soul is in our dreams, not found in the physical as I attempted to elucidate. If this is the case, then all there is to do is pay attention and lay in wait. For our dreams are the seeds which reality reveals in bloom; they are the doorway to make sense of our souls, fathom the unspeakable and master the unreachable.

© 2021 Jessica Wolf