The words of truth are always paradoxical.
– Lao Tzu
I love a slant of light across a snakewood floor – in the black ink of night a path oblique and clear. I close my lids for vision – lay down to take a stand.
In the muscle of a brawny shoulder, I sense a tender touch. In the drape of gauzy fabric beneath a leafy frond, I summon up an edge. In sync with instincts of a leopard, lairs of civilization contort my intuition. In the sea air, I find my footing. In the night, I find the light.
Curious, I sometimes doubt my doubt – easy to lose count with numbers. Images capture to engage, but mirrors set the spirits free. So I never forget – to remember.
I get sidetracked when I follow rules looking for the either/or. I’d rather hit a vein of crimson – feel the pulse of moonlight. Untangle my mistakes with love.
Stirred by streaks of imagination, I can’t abide pretenders. So I tend to let them slide. The decadence of excess leaves me nauseous – my sacred space is spare. Static hurls me into madness – flow secures me in its hold. Symmetry drains my brain. Deceit reveals the truth. Lonely in a crowd – I’m fulfilled by a solo mission.
Tonight (on the cusp) my star-crossed lover – I conjure our obsession. An ending begins a beginning, my Pisces. All tangled up with dreads and love. And grace.
I love this. I love how you challenge me. I’m currently teaching Romeo and Juliet and I was reminded of a passage by Romeo, “O heavy lightness, serious vanity, misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.” I was struck by your use of contradiction, as is Romeo. For the same reason, I was moved by the “star-crossed lover” line.
You keep me thinking and structuring…moving. It’s always lovely and always the right time to read your words. Thank you.
Power in brevity, provocative juxtaposition of opposites. As always, a generous share of thoughts.