Walking Through Walls

close the door, bow to it what lives on the other side, belongs there there's wisdom in leaving, in closing, in walking but never arriving ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ now open the door, lean forward, take a step into the low lit corridor, what lives there, belongs to you there's wisdom in holding, in firmly pressing what you found against your chest, there's wisdom in building a sturdy sand castle, with your bare hands