It came as quite a surprise to realize the door was like a safe.
There I stood, quiet and small and staring forward, like some homeless waif.
Where had this monstrosity come from?
I wondered in hushed tones.
Finally, realizing that it was of my own creation, deep within my bones.

The realization sent me into a frenzy, hurriedly I began to spin its heavy dial.
Yet every time it came to a stop, I was again left with a sense of denial.
“Open up dammit!” I started to shout at this hardened, impenetrable face.
Until I could spin no more, and crumpled in exhaustion, once again in disgrace.

The presence behind me began to poke and prod at my senses.
It kept shouting at me until it finally broke through all of my defenses.
I wheeled around and faced it down, finally acknowledging its presence.
Once recognized, she began to speak to me with her time honored eloquence.

“Shh, my lady, my friend, my soul - slow down and listen for the message.”
I stopped dead in my tracts, once again getting in touch with my spirit.
“Ah, yes..” I heard the wise woman respond, deep within my soul.
Finally understanding that this safe was, just one piece of the entire whole.

Quietly I listened, while I turned the dial very slowly.
Happy to hear that presence finally, begin to respond very mellowly.
Soon the smooth rotation of the dial began to reveal the truth,
Like some long forgotten, finely aged aromatic, vermouth.

As I listened, the series of tumblers began to fall into their appointed place.
The wise woman once again held me in her comforting embrace.
No longer frantic, attempting to force a truth from the hidden answer,
Knowing that what I really need, comes when I continue to be my own dancer.

Nice..

The calm before a storm, can silence the rain....yet its thunder can rattle every inch of our wisdom into screams...

AVERY nice read here,,,,,,

Indeed.

Again, I see you are familiar with the permise to which I speak. Kindered.

Thank you.