Doors closed hard and shut coming from a long pilgrim

The chances of them opening are narrow and slim

Asking myself if this was worth anything at all

Or am I too angry and hurt to understand my call

Anger and hurt breeds pain, rage and confusion

Not in the mood though to reach the conclusion

For I still have to make head or tail of this event

What it is to detail and the teaching it represents

Started on crooked ideologies with a clean mind

Lost self and principles I did see and find

Capture the essence as in a moment it freezes

Cold environments cuts my throat as I sneezes

Hot lands burn as I believe in a mirage

Illusion a trap with fire spewed to damage

But with a breath in me it will never end

Victory or defeat I will never pretend

With the journey walked I am more humble

And the best lessons come from the fall and stumble

Or from the deepest joy but not to indulge

As blessings will be blocked and stuck in a bulge

Even nothingness itself is a very serious class

No need to impress to succeed and pass

But I still need to succeed to be wise and grow

Go and set trends and to still go with the flow

Now looking at the door it all makes sense

Getting paid for my life at my own expense

Cooling effect of past classes gives a chill

Going deep in my mind to insist and drill

Keep on walking for it is not my door

That opens by itself with gold plated floors

When I get to my door I will not use force

Coming back home as I go to the source.