a conflict of opposites
or the infinitely small
place in time
where one thing ends
and another starts
from the deepest place
of darkness to a point of light
to ripen more
from a previous state of being
from shrinking to growing
the moment when the seasons change
or a smile beginning
as the last tear falls
Do not retreat to the simple and to the blockish.
Those dances have already been danced.
Find your repose of spirit hiding behind the garage
where weeds have grown up for years.
Turn to the setting sun and then to the rising moon
crying aloud from your soul, "Paradox happens."
Then you will not have to worry at what the morning
brings after another restless night of being awakened.
I come across strange drawings of unknown critters
while vacuuming under the sofa and paste them
in my journal.
Twenty years later I come across them again
surrounded by words that I have written:
abandonment, emptiness and loss.
Somewhere between the drawings and the words
I can find the meaning of the paradox resting
among all the expressions of the divine.
And then, in fullness, completeness, accompanied
by depth and variety, I can slowly remove my shoes
and turn to see how the burning bush burns.
return to local
unravel the political
new hero persons