Continuing our series of articles from Transitions One
Boundaries
James Bennett
At borders,you cross
over into another time;There, at the threshold,
Where the guardian
monster lives,
Transactions are made,
Angels wrestled with,
The dark foe hands over
gift or name,
And then the journey
can go on.
Some borders are walls
or fences,
Janus-faced, they both
imprison and keep out,
Arbitrary, they seem
motionless,
As if a permanent
statement or a goal.
But they open in and
out,
Doors leading you
through the mirror,
Stepping out into
starlight,
Back into sunlight,
Through another's eyes
you can go.
And when you return,
It all looks much the
same as when you left,
Yet your eyes see
differently,
The boundaries are less
fixed,
The terrain altered
slightly,
You are not the person
who set forth.
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