the House of The Unknown

Looking out upon the horizon of time,

The Unknown is all I see.

But if I gaze longer, a set of doors make themselves seen.

The doors stand open, invitingly open.

I get the feeling they’ve never indeed known what it’s like to be shut.

I know whose doors these are, for they are the one thing I see.

This is the House of the Unknown.

The Unknown too has a home and the most welcoming of guests it is. It turns no one away and sits ready to welcome whoever enters.

There seems however, no path with which to get there.

Only emptiness lies between me and that horizon.

But as the breeze suddenly speaks

and pushes me forward from behind,

my first unplanned step finds unseen solid ground,

there in that empty space.

Another step.

Yet another.

As I continue, my unbelief is transformed-

transformed not into belief,

but into knowing.

I now look up and see,

I’ve entered the House of the Unknown