Opening Door Of Freedom Poem by Kiran Pillai

I sense the opening door of freedom.
Often this door had presented before
Yet, I hurried and applied force. Only
To fall back into the deep abyss of attachment.

I am relatively free now. I can see the door.
Freedom is just a few steps more. I wait.
I watch. That is all that I can do. Watch it.
Be the sakshi to everything and nothing more.

I can sense the door of freedom opening now.
A familiar joy arises within me. I watch it also.
What if this is another illusion of the mind?
I just watch the sensory door open. Is it open?

I feel like knocking on the door of freedom.
But, am I not just watching a materialistic door open?
I don't want to just pass through any door.
Is the real door to the self open? Is there a door at all?

Masters have said, the door is being knocked inside.
I am reminded, is there a door that swings anyway?
Which direction do this door swing? Does that matter?
The door to freedom is being watched closely.

Am I rushing at freedom? Can any freedom be rushed?
Keep calm and see if the door responds I feel.
I can see a door of freedom open in front of me.
Is that an illusion or does this door stay? Watch....