while traveling abroad
within the confounds of your mind
you will discover the passages
entering through those
the gods and goddesses
have granted access

throughout your mindful jog
should you come upon a doorway
should you wish to gain entry
you need only the heart
paired with this fist
and a purposeful knock

time spent wandering
in and out of paths
you may circle, lost, amiss

only a forceful reach within
grasping onto the shred
of patient intuition
will pull your steps accordingly

for the time spent in solitude
is a self inspection, pre ordained

This poem is about: 
Our world


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