Jon Butter - Gatekeeper

Endless hallways and never an open door:
The giant in you will only die if you stop trying.
Don’t stop because elegant banisters and
Marble hallways will lead you to the place where you can rest.

I know they don’t understand, and how can they?
Angels sing because of who you are.
You are the dream.
You become the moment,
Like breathing in Jasmine evening air;
And it is everything.

Don’t ignore your giant.
Don’t drink too much doubt.
Don’t think too much about the outside or
What spins on sleepless nights.
Something is forming, and it needs the restlessness.

You are the gatekeeper.
Only you can stop the becoming.
Everything else—every soul, every wall, every angry voice—
They are teammates who do not know your giant,
Who do not understand the role they play;
And you need them.

If they do not fight,
If it is too easy,
Your giant will be carved from inferior experience.
The paradox is pain and beauty need each other:
Like you are already your giant,
Like you are the gatekeeper
To what you’ve always wanted.

Jon Butter

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