Separation Is An Illusion

She’s standing outside
in front of a closed door
She’s alone with only
the birds to talk to
from the other side she hears
laughter and melodies
and she would like to join
the team of joy
she would like to share in
creation and togetherness
She could open the door
with a few coins
but is she welcome
she fears, she hesitates
and as she watches the birds
fly freely over walls,
taking the whole sky,
she wonders, if the closed
door is real
or did her mind create it
maybe if she opens up
more to love
the door will open for her
by itself?