East Gate

The otherworld lies to the east, a place of mystery, veiled

in darkness. The road leading there is plain, simple,

no delusions, no illusions

a dusty path trod by many thousands

seeking wisdom.

Seeking self.

To the east lies a gate, guarded by an ancient woman,

who can pass through the doors

and back again.

With infinite wisdom, she beckons.

Those with courage approach

The crone laughs,

‘Where do you wish to go?’

The answer is always the same,

spoken shyly,

‘Beyond this place.’

She responds, 'There is no return,'

and waits, challenge thrust forth, unexpected, frightening.

'But, mother, once I find myself,

I wish to change that which I have done.'

The old woman chuckles, 'That which is, will always be,

There is no return.’

A single glance back is enough to see the road

already shimmering, distant, a faded moment

almost forgotten.

'Child,’ the old woman prompts, ‘you may camp

by the road but what will you gain?

You've passed many gates in your life,

unaware of most, ignoring the rest.'

Still, there is hesitation.

She becomes impatient, striking her staff on the ground.

'What do you choose to do?'

In the deepest part of your soul

find courage

for only then the East gate swings open.

By Ruth A. Souther - 1993