Gatekeepers and Keys

  Ahhhhh, the whispering of honesty, revealing that which we normally would not ever see.
Am I the gatekeeper and you the key? That was the illusion, that was the story.
Yet the whisper flows through me, so subtle and sinisterly sweet.......
I am the Gatekeeper and I am the Key,
So it is for you and so it is for me.
Ah, shall I believe what I see with the eyes that do not see?
It may masquerade as insecurity.
It may masquerade as a test of your daring.
Is it to test another?
Or the illusionary test that is in fact for me?
Do I wear my scars and mutilations as excuses,
As guardians with flaming swords
ready to scorch anyone not passing?
Ah, but the entrapment of them:
If they cringe they fail for being weak.
If they pity, they dishonor, offend, prove unworthy.
If they declare too old to be affected by such things,
we shout "Liar!"
for we ourselves do not believe.
It is thus we entrap our own eternity.
We prophesy an 'other' to be the key to our own healing.
We languish in lack of understanding, waiting.
Always waiting, blaming, frustrated and frustrating.
Yet the truth we have had repeating:
It is in the core of your being!
Yes, now I see.
You are the gate and you are the key.
For you, not me.
I am the gate and I am the key.
Not for you.
For me.
Aren't we tricksy?
Aren't we cunning?
Aren't we sweet ?
Aren't we masters of hiding?
Of conniving?
Of self-deceit?
Of manipulating?
Of self discovery!
Of organizing realities!
Of planning exciting journies!
Of self-entertaining!
Of creating!
Gods and Goddesses
The Dance
Are we!