At first glance,
the meanings of culture
seem self-evident.

On closer examination,
they can become
quite complex.

We weave new meaning
using time-tested symbols
as ways to shift thinking.

The greatest hope is
to escape eternal life, unite
with universal spirit —

above both meaning
and meaninglessness
found among people.

Open doors must speak
much more than just mechanics:
they have to show context.

And since we cannot require
any or all particular doors to open,
we must find appropriate

requirements, overlooked
so often like magnificent treasures
hidden in plain sight.

Blessings of the rising sun,
clean hands, double rainbows:
everything becomes sanctified.

Blake said: in between, there are
doors in the ajar, in liminal places
and people — in errors along

margin notes, frayed edges —
where we open to each other,
when we choose to play.

I say: no longer locked behind
closed doors, windows wide open,
we dance the night away.

. . . . .

Susan Powers Bourne
Found poem sourced from first lines
of Google search: “open doors”