Which Tree Holds the Door?


I wrote this poem yesterday.
Believe me, it’s true.
At least that’s what the date stamp says.
Actually, I’m writing this poem now.
Part of it is already written
and another part waits to be born.
Where is the self in this forest of personalities?
Which tree holds the door
to ultimate possibility?

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