Amidst the Clamor, “the Fury and the Mire,”

Softness sits silently, creating presence.

Listen! The rain is not loud,

The wet traffic distant,

Intermittent when I let it fade.

Presence assembles, gathers at my call, looks

And listens once again.

All this that is wrapped in

As I stand in awe

Of the world that is wrapped in the rain.

Such vast vistas

as I know lie beyond.

Such vast inner spaces

as I know, wrapped in the heart.

Now the morning sun

transforms the world.

The spider webs appear,

intricate rainbow shimmers in the breeze,

the tree leaves dancing.

Now the world stirs, Stretches in delight.

Visions were there

as I woke — the shimmering

Dissolving bonds, loosening

the old attachments,

Immersing even the “I”

in this new world

Being born.

The Sun appears an orange ball

Of Fire in the sky.

A sudden chorus of barking dogs…

There’s Trouble, walking by.

It’s almost unimaginable,

Just how bad things could be.

Thank goodness that the flowers, and love,

Remind me to be free.

I’ve been Passive this morning,

Waking early, drowsing, lying, sitting, still,

Nearer falling back asleep than “Falling Awake.”

But what a world I receive!

A mocking bird sings, squirrel chatters;

Leaves move in the breeze,

Stalwart trunk stands sentinel.

Beauty abounds, life stirs, as I remember

I’m part of something Awesome, deep and fine.

Then my life stirs, as well.

Orange and Blue

may be

Complementary Colors.

Fire and Ice.

Surely both

hold a place

in Life.

Which do I choose?

What a strikingly Curious question !

Surely Both !

They

Emerge

from ONE

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