Is It True

There is tightness in the jaw, there is aching in the chest
There’s constriction taking place instead of flow
There’s a grip that feels familiar, there is tension, there is stress
Is this outgrowth of my automatic “no”
Is it true? Can I be sure it’s true
Who would I be without this thought
Turn it around, look underneath
I am walking through this doorway to see
I turn the nob and push ahead
I take a step and be who I will be
All I perceive is what I think and I believe
Can I allow the truth to live in me
Is it true? Can I be sure it’s true
Who would I be without this thought
Turn it around, look underneath
I am walking through this doorway to see
There is no key, it is not locked
I hear the hinges creaking as I move
Against the rust, against resistance
Against the notion that there’s anything to prove
Now I proceed, no turning back
No sprinting sideways, I’m going through this door
Is there a flower that finds the light
Reaching up through all this concrete that I pour?
Is it true? Can I be sure it’s true
Who would I be without this thought
Turn it around, look underneath
I am walking through this doorway to see
I am walking through this doorway to see
I am walking through this doorway..