An old gate stands
With no fence attached
As if it could fool anyone
Ah, but how many times
Have I been fooled
Thinking there was a fence
Where there was none
All the fences in my mind
Keep me from knowing who I am
Let me be a flowing field
Open to all possibilities
Wild flowers, weeds
The wolf and the wild deer
Let the gate to my heart
Be everywhere
Excerpted from,” Re- Entering the Womb of the Goddess”
A book of poems and paintings
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