Doors of Perception
The doors of perception of heaven and hell
should always stay slightly ajar,
nine lives need we not to distill truth whose bell
can clearly be heard from afar.
The doors of perception, of second-sight, close
before who would tolerance bar,
but whatever beliefs one looks into, each shows
awareness that life’s on a par
with the spring of the salmon as upstream they swell
though ‘retour à la source’ scales can scar.
Successful soul’s progress sheds superfluous shell
as earthworm evolves into star.
(21 April 1989)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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