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Ash Keys

By Sherin Shefik

Don’t mistake the Ash

With his hundreds of dense bunches

Of single-winged rusty-brown keys

Rattling in the sideways rain

For a medieval jailer

Holding keys to

Life draining prison cells

And separate existences.

No. The Ash is in fact

Holding the keys to

Something much greater.

The Ash keys open doors

To other portals


And present

A myriad of interconnected paths.

Where all humans and animals and plants

Co-habit peacefully

Where the past, present and future

Find themselves meshed together and inseparable

Where spiritual, emotional and physical

Are stirred together into one big melting pot.

Where the universe

Is interacting with us all

Responsive and intelligent

Loving us back

Absorbing and reacting to

All our thoughts and

Prayers and action.

Hold Ash keys in your hands

Or sleep with them under your pillow

And unlock the mystery

The universal truth

The intricate and intimate


Of everything.


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