House Of Many Doors

Brian sees face gold in shadow 
so he walks through creaking door 
holding a candle glowing soft 
asking have you seen my wife 
and daughter wearing a white dress. 
Man stares at him so he leans close 
and realizes he looks in a mirror 
seeing his own face in dim shadow 
of late afternoon on a dark wall. 

Lost in ancient house of many doors 
Brian turns and walks down stairs 
that spiral steep then grow narrow 
then flat and straight into a hall 
where he sees glow of a television 
that sits upside down in a book shelf. 
Two boys play toss with a red skull 
chanting I lost my mind at school 
and now I cannot find a golden rule 
that teaches me how to understand 
secret name of Al-Mahdi of Samarkand. 

Brian sees old Indonesian Muslim man 
kneeling on rug over old wooden floor 
so he looks close at book that he reads 
to see a million tiny glowing worms 
squirming in figure eights like stars. 
Mohamad smiles you are Imam of Scotia 
followed by a flock of laughing ravens 
who leave red feathers on trail of tears 
which prophets use to write new Bibles. 
Take my daughter and treat her heart 
with love for she is Angel of Peaches 
who gives your soul new eternal life. 

Brian hears roar of a passing truck 
so he climbs through seven doors 
trying to reach garden of flowers 
where he hears laughter of his daughter 
Samantha who rides Invisible Pink Unicorn 
in April sunshine on beach of Assateague. 
But Enoch with long beard appears blind 
leaning on staff of dinosaur bone 
whispering beware bald smiling king 
who tries to seal your brain in a box 
for behold his jaws devour souls 
stealing dollars from their hands 
while they stand with bowed heads. 

Flash of her face in distant mirror 
far down a long hall of curtains 
in house of many doors Brian sees 
face of his wife flicker a moment 
so he runs stumbling over broken toys. 
He grasps her hand so she smiles 
kissing his shy cheek and explains 
something is urgent that she must do 
then she turns talking on a cell phone 
and he stares a long time at a photo 
small on his palm of her eternal smile. 

Small hand grips his lone finger 
and he looks down to see small face 
of his daughter looking up at him 
with big brown eyes and soft smile. 
Brian feels sunlight glow bright gold 
so he kneels and holds child close 
to his heart throbbing with pure joy 
and he whispers I opened many doors 
hoping to see your face before I die. 
Falling asleep on pillow by a window 
full of night lights while he reads 
a book detailing history of Islam 
Brian watches white crow on black van 
discuss theology with golden fox. 

Long ago O Golden Fox when I was born 
by lake of stars from egg of creation 
you guided my soul from forest of fear 
safe through valley of death over plain 
of bones and past swamp of despair 
then along highway of broken dreams 
till I found a hill of fresh flowers 
where I built this house of many doors. 
Will this home keep my daughter safe 
from thousand dangers lurking in life 
for I am old and cannot stay by her side 
each hour to protect her from all harm 
though I am an Angel stuck in human flesh. 

Run swift O Golden Fox of true Way 
and guide her path far from lost house 
to discover her own paradise on Earth. 
Teach her secret of strawberries and cream 
how black seeds sprout into apple trees 
and serpents with wings teach my heart 
how to chant spells that beam visions 
of my mind into eyes of strange tribes 
who follow me in house of many doors. 
I thought I could write down all truth 
contained in drama of human interactions 
to capture endless flow of life on Earth 
but ship of state capsized in storm 
of wars for power between rival factions 
so now I wander lost on island of Arawak. 

Truth is rain pooling in my open hands 
for this song I chant while I am awake 
appears more strange than fearful dreams 
that plague me when I wander forever lost 
in house of many doors looking for my wife 
and cute daughter wearing a white dress 
but then I fall through rotten floors. 
I wake an hour before dawn and behold 
wife and daughter beside me in bed 
faces shining with happiness and love 
so I feel bliss of peace for an hour 
before I walk to office of ancient stone 
to wrestle demons of chaos and greed. 
Bombs explode in cafeterias of Israel 
and girls sweat in prison factories 
of Vietnam and airplanes fall broken 
into Taiwan Sea and girls are burned 
in a school with locked doors in Arabia 
but I come home to house of many doors. 

Brian pushes aside tattered curtain 
to see large dark room with green walls 
glowing gold from candles and pipes 
that billow smoke as thirty people 
smoke sweet Vision Flower and meditate 
humming Om Mane Padme Hum in name 
of Jesus and Zoroaster and Mohamad. 
I am door to garden of eternal truth 
young girl whispers in my tickling ear 
while I brush her long smooth black hair. 
We unite our souls for an hour of pleasure 
and children are born from our soft kiss 
who will wander after my silent death 
without faces in house of many doors. 

Come with me to Bali and we will walk 
together in forest dancing with Siwa. 
Brian turns to see her shadow on a wall 
but he cannot find her inside his room 
though he calls her name and writes 
her soul with words on rippling pond.

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