Hallway to Nowhere

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  • The Illusion of A Chair (Poem)

    Consider this wooden object.

    This is a chair. You say.

    But is it? I ask. What makes it so?

    This! And you sit upon it.

    Ah, I see. But please arise.

    I place my tea cup and notebook upon it.

    Now, still a chair? Or has it transformed into a table?

    I remove them.

    Would you please retrieve that book from a high shelf?

    You then stand upon the sturdy item.

    It has become a stepladder.

    What magic is this?

    Thus is all.

  • Rocks On The Path (Poem)

    I am grateful for all I encounter in this life

    But I bow in most gratitude to the difficulties.

    Like stumbling upon a rock on a path,

    They cause me to stop and pay attention.

    Look, they say. Open your eyes and see what is here.

    Then I remember to do so.

    Oh, my walk is like this now?

    I smile, breathe, and continue on.

  • Flight (Poem)

    I open the door and step out.

    I walk among fantastical beasts of rainbow hues

    That dance in flight and shimmer with the sun.

    I reach up to seize a passing cloud and ascend into the sky-held throng.

    My many wings unfurl with grace and soar me into the air.

    I am not bound by all you thought you knew of me

    Or even by what I considered of myself.

    I am magical indeed with chimerical form and abilities untold.

    As are you and you and you; as are we all.

    Blink your many arcane eyes and enter the revelry!