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The door into summer
A poem on finding your Higher Self from the Strawberry Pi series…
… And a little hommage to Robert A. Heinlein
She lives in a lotus, on a pond
A crystal sky bends over her head
Like a blossoming gem
She knows nothing about paying taxes and aging
But understands every secret
Of love, God, and the ultimate verse
Of the metaverse
It was a long journey for me to find her
A descent into nightmarish worlds
And a thousand lines of writing
To touch her being
To know her existing
From the head to the heart
This longest of journeys
Twenty-two inches and requires no money
Time, thirst, and discipline
Your only currency
In order to find her, if you will
You must stretch your mind into infinity
You must bend and blend
Your heart’s possibilities
And you must sit down
In a rock garden or in Manhattan
And you must call, and call, and call
Until a door opens
