Door

I dreamed I swirled

my whirlpool down to touch You

sitting silent like a stone

at the center of the sea.

I pulled You from your place

to hold You better.

The stone was nothing,

a sham of fear and lies.

You were the black/light hole

at the center of the universe.

I flowed into You and became

more myself than I dreamed I could be.

I knew the rock I had tried to possess

and had thrown away was myself.

Yet I had gained a Deeper Self

by entering through the door of You.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018