Tying Knots

So many lost doors
Doors to hidden memories
Some happy things
Others wished to be forgotten

Rising up at night
They flavor what I see
Apparitions cloaked in symbol
Wisdom’s inviting mask 

In dreamlike days
Ghosts appear real
A play of thoughts and forms
Believing in themselves 

And so the self is bound
by unseen and forgotten realms
Until clear light comes
To recognize its own face

Luminous and aware
The mind surrenders
A great secret whispered
By sages and saints

Nothing can bind you
Nowhere can you find
A self to be bound
Why insist on tying knots
In space?