A wall is an idea defining the limit of our perception.

Our skin is a living wall, each cell pulsating with vision, 

 

tells us who we are. Invisible walls protect us.

The earth’s atmosphere wraps it in a shawl of gases.

 

It is not for nothing homes need walls, niches, arches,

doors, windows for dreams, laughter, disappointments.

 

Walls within walls are pilgrim souls, keeper of secrets.

 

Walls revel in disguises, come in many shapes and sizes,

prefer to remain anonymous, take several aliases. 

 

Being a wall means perpetually adjusting your vision,

yet a wall is never beyond redemption.

 

When a wall lies between you and your dreams,

turn it into something else, let it take wings.