Tiresias swipes right, left, right, there on the bench,
under fairy lights cold in their promises.
His blindness is ours, his thresholds
and transports his own.

No scholars of Greek, my friends
compare Narnia, Middle Earth, Hogwarts.
I say none of those. These doors, right here.
My own adventure.

I will paint in the palette of dreams you forgot,
not some land far far but as close as your eyelid.

Keep awake, keep aware for the gift freely given:
the key, or the goatskin, or sometimes
the body itself (swipe right). Imagine the friend
you haven’t yet met

playing guitar on the couch. Everything thawing,
out of the cold, and people of laughter and patchwork
entering in and out doors that are squarely real.
You can hear them from here.

About Sarah Sadie

About Sarah

Sarah Sadie helps people connect to their creativity and to each other. She teaches classes, works with people one on one, and hosts occasional retreats. Combining interests in embodied spirituality, creativity, the wisdom of the body, and the power of art, she seeks out makers, dreamers, and anyone interested in a good cup of coffee and conversation.

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