Paradox – A Thread You Follow

enantiodromia

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

Paradox Happens

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.

The Burning Bush Burns

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.

Pairs

ordinary space
discovering place

sacred migration
low infatuation

return to local
unravel the political

new hero persons
progress worsens

vied vulnerability
heightens civility

modest proposals
mine disposals

being story
creates category

needing another
...every other