The mislaid sacrifice

The Inner Dialogue With Mystery

Looking from a distance, I see the door of prosperity

She said get closer; it could be the chance of longevity

I found the door open already with a bright treasury

She said: this is just an archetype of a flying fairy

I lifted my eyes and saw two other doors near by

She said get closer; it might be an opposite standby

The left door was wide open already with a light

And the other door was closed situated on the right

I relied on my forces to penetrate the curiosity indeed

She said do not insist; the key is my mystery breed

I felt rejection, I felt annoyed, and I became helpless

But my hope never lessen, my effort was countless

I respected the advice and kept the state of passivity

Continuing my journey and avoiding all rigidity

All of a sudden I heard the interstice of the door

It got open with neither key nor presence on the floor

She said: do you know who open the door for you?

I said: I was preoccupied but perhaps it was you

She said: your good volitional actions have planted

The tree of unlimited branches and surely granted

Your psyche with a vehicle of navigation in the ether

There is neither rejection nor objection whatsoever

MA

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