The Thresholds that Inhabit Us

Not every threshold is crossed only once.

There are gaps that recur, like cycles that come knocking again, until we have the courage to really look at them.

The watchman does not grow old or tired: he waits patiently, for he knows that the soul's time is not that of clocks.

When we finally choose to pass through, we realize that the gap was not outside, but inside us.