the way out is also the way in

the way out s

a journey far from home
outside of existence
filled with voices
containing only silence

outside of existence
the mirror turns away
containing only silence
the echoes of opening

the mirror turns away
reflected in portals
the echoes of opening
where time remains lost

reflected in portals
held in absentia
all time remains lost
until the stars sing

held in absentia
amid the unexplained
until the stars sing
souls crossing over

amid the unexplained
filled with voices
souls crossing over
a journey returning home

the way out close up 1s

Another pantoum.  Ammol at dVerse asks us to consider portals.

the way out close up 2s

40 thoughts on “the way out is also the way in”

  1. what a beautiful circling. Journeying far from home, we finally return, outside of exisitence, we find a true essence. The repetitive form is so beautiful and embodies a Wheel of Life feeling for me. Stunning K.

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  7. I love the circularity of this poem and the artwork that accompanies it – I saw something that looks like pansies in the image. I also like the idea of a mirror as a portal. When I was a child, I had a fear of mirrors, which continued into my teens. I can look in a mirror now but can’t walk towards an unexpected large mirror or reflective window. I like the idea of the mirror turning away and the singing stars.

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    1. Thanks Kim. I can understand the fear of mirrors. They often startle me in passing. It does alter what it reflects, as well as reversing it. And a large one includes much that you might not expect to see.
      And i think stars always sing, even though I can’t always hear them.

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  11. I like the back and forth in this, the entering and leaving. Making paths and repeating them.
    The pantoum form makes me think more of waves of an incoming tide breaking on a beach, each one coming up a bit higher. And the sea, as we know, is a circle.

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      1. Labyrinths I have visited usually have a book or instructions at the entrance, it seems, and they all have a variation of – the way in is the way out, meaning to me that you journey in to find, and you journey out along the same way, carrying the experience with you, along a known path to reencounter the unknown and manage it better.

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  15. The form works so well with the theme — I relate with the time remaining lost as it has the most palpable effect paradoxically.
    Your writing is strong in emoting this conflict and uncertainty. I really liked it. 🙂
    -HA

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  16. “filled with voices containing only silence”… so often true … and the closing stanza “souls crossing over” … line that speak to me.

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