There Is A Room


There is a room

with the door slightly opened.

Inside is a deep secret, a deep truth.

But no one is yet allowed to get inside

but you can come in if you want;

however, the consequences of doing so

cannot yet be ascertained.

There is an itch to get inside. There is no question that the itch is what causes the tension, a serious conversation with your ego, a clash within yourself. It is about either abiding to the very strong lure of the ego to get inside that room or about harnessing your ego until such time that it disappears while your heart, your mind and your soul sink deeper and deeper into submission into a sovereign reality, losing yourself in the process, and thus preventing you from getting inside that room. It is about not yet eating the apple being offered to you. It is about just waiting it out. This is the deepest you can bow down and forget about everything.

This is how you deal with the tension. Just get lost. And you will have freedom, peace and healing.

Revelation waits for an appointed time and you will be allowed to get in. It is a promise sealed with blood thousands of years ago, so as the sun consistently goes up and down and the moon is always up there and not here.


About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
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2 Responses to There Is A Room

  1. Geo Sans says:

    lightness, darkness
    where they meet

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