Go and open the door.
….Maybe outside there’s
….a tree, or a wood,
….a garden,
….or a magic city.

Go and open the door.
….Maybe a dog’s rummaging.
….Maybe you’ll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
….of a picture.

Go and open the door.
….If there’s a fog
….it will clear.

Go and open the door.
….Even if there’s only
….the darkness ticking,
….even if there’s only
….the hollow wind,
….even if
……..nothing
…………is there,
go and open the door.

At least
there’ll be
a draught.

By Miroslav Holub

 

Since I started this weekly sharing of a poem here, I’ve noticed how I’m much more awake to the poems that show up in my life. Sure, I could have chosen a poem I’ve known and loved for a long time, but yesterday I came across this one in the book ‘Well, a doctor’s journey through fear to freedom’ by Mary Gunn, and it spoke to me.

I was very much enjoying the book, where Mary speaks with simple poignancy of her 20 year journey with cancer, and how Lama Yeshe Rinpoche (one of the patrons of the Mindfulness Association) helped her to step into a different perspective which allows her to live well, with courageous acceptance and compassion. Although I’m currently healthy (I think) and my nearest and dearests are too (as far as I know), illness and death are part of the inevitable first arrows of life and this book brought that home again in an inspiring way. There may be no avoiding of illness itself, but the second illness (of worry and fear) can be worked with!

So maybe it was the context of the book that allowed the poem to touch me as it did or maybe it would have done anyway, who’s to say? Either way, I really felt the urgent encouragement of the Czech poet to ‘open the door’: to step into the unknown, to widen my perspective, to look where habitually I shy away.

So having been freshly invited to be curious about what’s behind the door, time to sit and see…

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