If you stand in a door frame
facing what we call the future,
letting the winds of time blow future to past,
life stops being painful.There is
no stepping forward. Turn around,
you can see the movie of life,
and enter it to play your part.
I think the doorway should be frightening,
but it isn't. Facing out
is blissful. Maybe it's the juncture of
a figure eight, where polarities
come together as do day
and night at twilight. Or, the exact
point where probabilities find form.