Inside strange doors: Becoming through Breath

Trembling at the slightest gust of wind,

intoxication swings the doors open of my fixer upper house.

Patched in multiple directions,

laying my broken parts everywhere,

It is my mark,

I too have become an old house.

What lies behind these doors?

Behind the wall of the store is a mimicking door that never opens. I have seen door as such in strange and impossible places. Behind them lays just another wall, no sign of hollowness. It could have just been a wall. Could these strange doors merely be a sign of the times? Maybe in some distant past there could’ve been a way to get into and out of the building, houses or to the secret corrridors?The shorter way to get out when you’re in a hurry, or the route to avoid conversations with people around you.Why did they put up a wall behind these doors? One open way, one open sky, a cool breeze—why do we let these be trapped by four walls and an un necessary doors that always remain shut!
We create our own prisons.

A bird creates her own cage; and sings a song of freedom from within. Maybe the freedom lies behind those strange doors.
Freedom is the breath itself, the gust of the cool breeze, the open sky, the open door. Maybe freedom is the substance in love is that does not seem to dissolve in each other.

In the breath breathed since countless years,
in the laughter already laughed,
in the words already spoken,
in the songs already sung,
in the love already shared,
and in the stories already heard—
I add breath upon breath, circling again and again,
leaving the open air right outside the door.

In the stale and old air that circulates within these four walls. I search for freedom. In that lifelong breath trapped between these walls, my true identity is forged.

When that identity breaks, what do I search for?

The heavy clouds that fragment into the sky
are all flowing towards the single ocean.

I believe that could be the reason why we stay inside, stale and coveted by these walls,
adding breath after breath in a belief to create ourselves and our identities—
as seen from these strange doors.