terrified and panicked
that we have lost the key.
We waste lifetimes
in the waiting
because in the haze,
the painted fog
of our fear, we forget
to check the handle
and discover
it has never been locked
at all.
Untitled by Tyler Knott Gregson
I very much enjoy poems that have lessons for living.
Ones that do so through metaphor, as this one does, are even more pleasurable. We
hardly think of metaphors except as used in poems and prose, as Shakespeare did,
copiously. But we employ them constantly in everyday life. He has the heart of
a lion, the interview went swimmingly, in our company he is king of the mountain,
are just a few mundane examples.
There is an interesting story about Houdini, which could
be apocryphal, in which he tried to escape from a prison cell without success,
only to find at the end that the door was never locked. True or not, the image
is compelling and this poem somewhat echoes that story. Houdini’s mistake was
not based in fear, which is the driving force in the poem, but in his failure
to conceive of an unlikely alternative because he was certain he understood the
game. Although not identical to Houdini’s situation, the poem also addresses
the failure to examine, and perhaps pursue, life options or alternatives.
Fear as a driving force is something I have mentioned in
a number of earlier posts. My goal in those examples was to address the many
ways that fear, whether on the surface or in the unconscious, controls our
behavior, often to our detriment. This is not an argument for being reckless,
or for ignoring the need for caution. Nor is it an argument for not feeling
fear, or the anxiety it often produces when lodged in the unconscious. It is a
comment on the importance for us to see when our fears are getting in the way
of our becoming better human beings.
The poem begins with a reference to possibly having lost
the key to a door. Clearly, the key is not literal, nor is the door, and there
are many ways to interpret this situation. In simple terms, the door can be
considered a hurdle or barrier to some aspect of personal progress. The key may
be seen as the way to get by that hurdle. The implication is that we had
something before (the key) and lost it, misplaced it. That may well be true. But
we can also see the key as something we never lost because we never knew we had
it---the spirit of fearlessness and openness, with the courage to open any door.
That spirit has been part of us from our beginning and (re)discovering it is
the way we move beyond our fear and the suffering that often accompanies it.
So what happens when we find the key, when we divest
ourselves of our fears and open the door? The path awaits us, surely. But is
there a path? A saying in Taoism refers to “the pathless path.” Although appearing
to be senseless, the saying embodies a great truth. The paths that matter aren’t
straight lines, nor are they defined in any way in the world. When we see the
path as something real, we run into the problem of seeing it as an Answer---if
only I could find my Path, all will be well. Sadly, this is a lost cause.
Seeing the Path as a way to an outcome, a destination to be arrived at, misses
the essence of pathless---it is the journey that matters, not the arrival. But
the journey to where? Like the key we always had and may not have known it, the
path was always there, and there is nowhere to go. The journey is realizing
what we knew all along---who we really are, still, silent, and present.