When I found this doorway, I stood back. It was too perfect to enter. It held the promise of too much paradise. I was not “wealthy” enough to open such a door. I could feel my own resistances, my own judgments about who I am and what I deserve. It symbolized too much. Now, looking at this and other photographs that represent “a way in,” I can see that each is only a mirror, only a glass. I cannot reach for the latch without asking, “Am I ready?” Is this really who I am ready to be?
No one of us knows for sure — not just what is on the other side of the door, but really what is yet on this side of it. We carry the unfinished, the uncompleted. We are still as dark to ourselves as we are light.
We are never ready for our own perfection. And yet…and yet…my hand goes forward, asking the Limitless what I may find just beyond.
Dare I discover myself? Dare I knock?
I cannot help it if I am this (crazily) curious.
~Dan~
of mere being 
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February 20, 2007 at 4:29 am
Dean
Did you find what was on the other side?
February 20, 2007 at 7:28 am
DKO
Not yet, not yet, but maybe soon….
February 20, 2007 at 3:45 pm
Vincenza
I was just commenting to someone today that I didn’t think I had very many “dark corners” – that sometimes they recede into the shadows a little, but I’m gifted with some pretty decent self-awareness. I love the idea of being crazily curious, though, about myself as well as about the world. This is lovely, Dan. Thanks. And thanks for the Rumi poem the other day. Made me smile broadly.
February 20, 2007 at 5:25 pm
DKO
Vincenza
Well, I thought, is it insanely curious? Or just crazily? And in the end it was crazily, as that seemed less demented, you know, and closer to love.