Life is paradox

Life is paradox:
it is while it is not.
Perfecting in its flaws…

Effect is stored inside its cause
but Man forgets his Cosmic Law.

Each Being,
its own Universe entire
yet a speck within the macrocosm
– All is One –

But every spirit’s fire is unique.
A human seeks to leave himself
to find himself
returned to place
to face his own remains
as though his eyes were new again.

And the less we try to run,
the more we grow.
And yet,
the more we learn,
the less we know.

Empiric fact is juxtaposed
and overlapped with supposition;
evidence with superstition…

Memory may be what wasn’t
and the only real that is.
A lie can be transparent
while the truth itself
be masking great deceit.

For confidence is weakened
by an overreach
and strength can speak in silence.
As a hatred can be loved and
road to Hell be unintended.

Even violence can look beautiful
and seeming beauty be mundane
– just as a duty may be free
or bought,
or sought and claimed as honour
or pretence in perfect slavery.

And Death is but a midwife
to the start of life
and every life is born to die.
Below is like above,
as is without akin to all within.

Where progress comes
by order out of chaos
as the darkest weight of shadows knows:
the Sun comes shining;
like a cloud creates a silver lining.

And as Fate and Will be dice of separate states,
they are the same
– just as the gravity of Being and of Doing form
the counters in Great Mystery’s old game.

The World is how you’ve chosen
to believe it is,
though Universal Rules remain.

There is no new
but wonders never cease
and increase is the sum of pieces
framed by peace
and conflict steals a Golden Fleece.

And yes: the more things change,
the more they stay the same.
But what is deemed impossible
is seeded with potential
by the want of an essential gain
and pure Imagination’s daring pain.

Ambivalence is not
a certain lack of vision,
nor an absence of discretion.
Ambiguity is not a merely mercenary prism –
thoughts and feelings can be held in opposition.
They’re a natural reflection
of a stimulated conscience
and an obvious response to
such a life of paradox
where all the complex world is locked
into a courtship dance of serious and nonsense.

 

Wishing you balance and perspective this Autumnal Equinox 🌦 xXx

 

[Originally posted, Jan 2014]

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