Light, white-blinding, unable to move.
Where am I?
Try to remember.
The Door.
I came through The Door.
I remember now.
Revelations.
Flying, over the earth, outside my body,
Outside everything.
Looking down upon myself
at the whiteness of the sheet
covering me.
No need for wine or water.
No need for bread or meat.
I have entered through The Door.
Seeing through the glass darkly,
the way ahead unclear,
but my mind (my soul?) is moving on.
No need for the corporeal,
Set adrift, cast aside,
Abandoned.
On the other side of The Door.
luna's on line 
Your poem is striking! Plus I do remember “Knocking on Heaven’s Door” 😊I always though it was a pretty song.
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Thanks Debra! Seeing your comment below, I think Bob Dylan wrote the song, and a lot of people have covered it, but Eric Clapton is a favourite of mine.
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I think I always heard the Bob Dylan version though 🤔
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Beautifully vivid, Chris! 🙂
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Thanks Tom 🙂
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Enchanting poem, Chris, such clear imagery. Very uplifting!!
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Thanks Hélène, I’m pleased you found it so. 🙂
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Beautiful! 🙏
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Thanks, Thea 🙂
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You’re ever so welcome!
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Great poem… love the imagery it presents.
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Thanks Kevin!
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Wonderful.
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So is ‘Come What May Day’! I’m over half way through; I especially like the one about the burgers!
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