T=mg+ma

T=mg + ma

These paradoxes are killing this Western man

I’m told that giving up is the way to life

Then giving up is the way to shame

I’m told that rest brings me to peaceful healing

Yet I rest and become more lame

I’m not saying the truth is a lie

But what I am saying is that life seems immutably impossible

And I’m not really sure what I should do

The scientists attribute the darkness to biology

The preachers attribute the biology to darkness

In a culture of “I must know everything”

I think we know nothing, nothing at all

Suddenly I find this earth I’ve been anchored to

Is floating aimlessly in space

Possibly not aimlessly

Possibly toward a great destruction

Possibly toward miraculous life

I am told that this is my greatest decision

Is it really the electrons traversing the axons

That determines the universe’s fate?

Is it true we’re just a micron of a meaningless speck?

Like I said, the tension betwixt these two is so great

I feel I’m being torn in two

The dangers of that are none too few

Yet neither are the abundance of the treasures

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The Dance

The Dance

I often get so frustrated

That there isn’t an infinite amount of poetry in me

I know I need to write it

I can feel it in my chest

I can feel it even Deeper than that

I can feel it in the places where spirit and soul do flow

Yet there is no bridge between here and there

There is no way there I know

Or is there?

Could it be that infinity really is within?

Could it be that there is a creativity that never has an end?

It could be

I guess anything could be

That’s why we have words like “paradox” and “tension”

That’s why there’s so many unknown dimensions

Things that even quantum physics has a hard time describing

I have the choice to be stone solid or imbibing

The deep red wines of mystery

I have the choice

So though I might not have a language for what is within

I can keep dancing with it

I can keep going back and drinking from the well

I can keep breaking out of this small prison cell

Named, “This is the way it has always been.”

I can make the choice to be wild and free

I like this dance with eternity

1/7/17