the sharp intake of contradiction
sits in wait at the cross of two paths
where painted signs of doubting discomforthung in low branches
point 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.