the sharp intake of contradiction
sits in wait at the cross of two paths
where painted signs of doubting discomfort
hung in low branchespoint out the myriad of directions.
the air is thinly perfumed with baffling adrenaline
and scored by an orchestra of silent instruments
playing to the crowd of lonely patrons
what to do?
who to believe?
why the paradoxes?
what do we thirst?
is contradiction a flirtatious whore in a white dress
who lures innocent hearts into dangerous territory....
or simply a scorned misunderstood woman
offering new awareness in delicate cups
filled with thirst quenching water from the well?
may we accept her for who she is and what she offers -
a place for learning found in the bittersweet elixir of life's adventure.
take care, drink deeply, love like you've never been hurt.
.....know you are part of the unfolding of a mystery
....know that in the core of a contradiction is a clue.
6 comments:
jesus h. puffinstuff.
thats all i've got. in a good way.
irish heather...i like your response. Is he related to H.R. Puffinstuff?
so it made sense?
It made PERFECT sense!
Scarletina...I'm glad. It actually makes more sense to me this morning than it did when I wrote it now that my job has been thrown on the trash heap. :)
did it make sense? uh yeah. it slapped me across the face with it.
"Love like you're never been hurt." That jumped out and snapped me in the nose. I don't think I can do that... Everyone right now seems to be a contradiction...or maybe it's just me...
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