the last door

[Godot51]

the last door

i am afraid to approach the last door yet it waits
bleak black gray and grim hung on rusted hinges
who dare to encroach a forbidden place of hates
except the aged and the dim survivors of binges
turned and burned out to a semblance of peace
fear the next drink or pill falling again into deep
one more fight or bout a final chance of release
hands that shake and spill eyes crave only sleep
what lies behind the door is it there to be feared
will the gesture of opening allow sins to escape
angels and demons galore the ordinary or weird
that by merely motioning disguises god’s shape
now the doorknob beckons and looks harmless
as the future reckons as touch of death’s caress

[Goonch]

1. ;-{) UNBEING

UNBEING
Before the light, before the breath,
We knew the hollow peace of death.
A billion years of quiet sleep,
In secrets that we didn't keep.
No heavy heart, no stinging fear,
No phantom clock for us to hear;
Just vastness where the self is gone,
A dusk that doesn't wait for dawn.
We emerged from stillness, unawake,
To see the ripple on the lake,
To feel the heat, to taste the salt,
Before the gears begin to halt.
So why recoil from what we knew?
The empty dark is nothing new.
It’s just the home where we began,
Before the spark, before the man.
To be "unbeing" isn't cold,
It’s simply letting go of hold—
Returning to the wordless deep,
A dreamless, safe, and ancient sleep.