The Walls Must Come Down

There are walls
inside me, I’ve discovered,
walls inside me still.

Understandable that one 
could find himself
enclosed by limitations,
finite life within
a finite mental house

perhaps having turned away
early on as protection 
from some stalking pain,
but those times
come to an end.

It’s time to take
away the walls.
I see an image of
big white dry-walls
being hoisted, and carried away,
removed completely
from interior spaces.

I would be, Beloved,
simply a presence,
an openness

taking in the music
of people and things

all part of
the One
I Am.

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