doors

Of magic doors, there is this: You do not see them, even as you are passing through.

If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.

For I am the movement of the key opening all the doors which lead to me.  I am the way of love.

Not knowing when the dawn will come
   I open every door;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
   Or billows like a shore?