The windows of my mind

In the spaces of our mind
We have stored pictures from everywhere
Some tell a story
Others carry dreams
Some speak of freedom that can only come
If we open the windows
And let the light burst through

What do we wait for?

Isn't every moment already here, ready to be experienced?
Past, present and future
Existing together
A continuum...

“Go to the balcony”, the dreamer said.
"Do you see those closed shutters?
They have been shut for years now.
But I have seen most wonderful things
When they have sometimes opened.
Great cities and momentous happenings
Beautiful women,
Heartbreaking scenery too,
Mages bearing gifts from distant lands
The birth of a star...”

Close your eyes now.

Draw the veil.
Step lightly on these ancient stones.
From the silent shadows
Into light without doors.

The ruins beckon.

History seeps through the open arches.
Do we not hear the clash of cymbals
The bells around the dancers' ankles
The applause of the enraptured audience all around us,
Peering out of these very windows?

Somebody left the doors ajar.

I stepped forward to close them
It struck me then
Everything I knew was in black and white
Some shades of gray in between.
What I did not know
Existed in wondrous colours
Playful, vibrant, ever changing.
I stood entranced
I did not shut the doors.

I walked the wide world

I saw many things
Did many things
Put smiles on faces
Tears in some eyes
Touched some hearts.
I returned home
To spend some time
Pondering over the paths I had taken.
Voices call me from inside.
This time I'll take you with me
Through the windows of my mind.