"Out beyond wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field.
I will meet you there."
--Rumi
Delicately, I tread
senses heightened and acutely attuned
to the swaying
a pendulum of love's mercurial flow.
To one side, a balance tips
its reflecting glass plate projects powerful, potent beams
consciousness, mystery unseen, sweetness tasted
a lightness of be-ing
is measured.
On the other spectrum, a metal shaft slides
colliding heavy mass shakes a boiling, magma core
every animal whim is taken without
regard without remorse without conscience without
be-ing.
It too is measured accordingly.
And yet, when all is said and done, when the Earth has stopped spinning and
the sun has stopped burning, in the end, both are the same
one continuum, the same peace
a vibrant thread weaving a brilliant tapestry of motion and movement
through space and time a rocket ship blasts, unyielding.
Love is just the pause in this moment n-o-w
to honor the light, of course and to
reflect the dark, to bring it out into the open
to hold it close, lick its wounds and release it back
unto its wild, natural state
born to run for ever free amongst the blooming
flora and the native fauna of an alien planet
amongst a whole world
where the duality of good and bad,
light and dark have yet to create a wrong and a right
a moral superiority to be held high above
the bent heads of sinful, ignorant masses.
And the short, winter shadows of existence
dance on.
