Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
THE PARADOX
by
Brisbane, Australia
My spirituality is
like a tide, it ebbs and flows;
it flows out to the
great unknown needing to know ,
and then it retreats
back to the great big ocean of being,
both worlds have
their beauty...parents of the paradox.
The best living
happens in a livelier space than that of thinking, or speaking,
this ‘adult mind’
of mine has always thought it owned my
meaning,
it always tried to
train all tracks to truth,
it even tries to
feel the things I need to feel ;
but often then some
paradox appears
a perfectly
opposing point of view
a piercing piece of
unknown song
that sings in spite
of me
some kind of song that
seems so right
that swallows
certainty in a single bite
a demi-god to the
ego’s might
it thumps its once great thoughts
a prover to
its limits
a wrecker to its wroughts
and when the mind
surrenders
or remembers…its
place
and fades into the
background
I find I need or
want no more
for all there is is
now
this quietens me, reminds me
that there might be
more
that there could be less
allowing me to
rest.
Added: 08.03.2010
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