The Forest Gate

Deep in the forest there is a gate that leads us to another place, another time, another space. We hold in our soul the key to it's lock and can open the latch if and when we desire, to another dimension a land of air and fire.

Life is full of twists and turns brought on by our own wishes to seek out a direction. As we venture forth into our destiny's there are many times we come across a wall or gate that must be conquered before we can enter the next adventure. I have passed through several in my quest for enlightenment but recently I have found that the gates can all be opened by a single key - this key is the knowledge of self but it is different for every person.

When I started out on my adventure the key to life was found in the gentle tranquility of a summers day or the awesome feelings of a moon lite night. Many times my joy would come from the simple pleasures of a day at the park, or more specifically, being alone with nature and the sky.

The next key I found that opened the gate to my teens and all the electric connections to others of my age. All of us looking for all the same things and sparking at each others touch desiring more intimacy and fulfillment.

As my journey passed into my 20's and 30's the key seemed to change and become more directional. It was the portal to young adulthood and with it came all the rules and regulations that are attached to social acceptance.

The gate at the entrance to age 40 was less restrictive and more intimate with myself and others. A time to rest a bit and regenerate, a time to reflect.

40's to 50's and time begins to move side ways - interesting how certain ages respond more to the touch of time.

At 60 there came a calm and deliberate space in which my world would blossom, opening like a fragrant flower that has been nurtured by all the energies of the past and present perfectly. Fertile celestial soil which had been planted with loves and desires became mature and a Garden of Eden came forth with all the power and joy that I possessed. A flowering of my soul made more perfect by the mere pleasure that it provided - a perpetual motion of memories and more.

So what of the final gate in the forest primeval and what of the garden that follows? Maybe it is just a stop along the way or maybe it is tomorrow.