Doors open, and doors close. There is one door in my life that I seemingly have cared about over all others that occasionally peeks open, as if wedged outward upon its tight hinges and overly-secure lock. Light peeks out, love even, if only for a moment. And then, it inevitably closes, tightly, lips pursed, as if the opening never occurred. At this time in my life, it is the first time that I have felt that its closing is not my fault.
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
Still glaring from the city lights Into paradise I soared Unable to come down For reasons I’d ignored.
Total confusion, Disillusion New things I’m knowin’.
I’m standing on the shoreline It’s so fine out there Leaving with the wind blowing But love takes care.
Know me, know me Show me, show me New things I’m knowin’.
Wind blowing through my sails It feels like I’m gone Leaving with the wind blowing Through my sails. — Neil Young
“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”