ear to gods breast

frustration. locked doors. gatekeepers. i've tried to open them,  pull them, convince them, i've kicked with my best kick. yet they remain, unmoved. i stand facing a glass wall; others rushing. from one end to some other...end. do i want this? can they tell? is that why they block me? they see my deception? I am. right here, right now. don't have that puritan fire. realized the miracle of the growing grass, the divinity of the gentle breeze, and the wonders of the sky. stillness, sitting, palms upward, focus, breath, awareness, nothingness, everything, my ear to gods breast.