2007-08-16

torn...

do you ever feel
as in the middle
of a cosmic game
of tug of war?

i do

on the one hand
there are the
sort of eternal
questions

anything phrased
as "why...?"

"...am I here?"
"...is anyone here?"
"...is the world this way?"
"...do we hate so much?"

feels cavernous and menacing
overwhelming
distant
enigmatic at best

there is mystery, yes
but not the bright, shining
mystery of
a fairy tale, fantasy

on the other hand
is our experience
the details
our senses

the smell of lavender
the feeling of skin
gazing up at mountains
or down into a person's soul

this is where the brightness
explodes from everywhere
and somehow...

the eyes of a friend
the caress of my wife
the splendor of mountains
the scent of a single flower...

truth comes not as an answer to a question
but as an annulment of the question

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