What is this?
This outrageous, ever-unfolding display:
decapitations, orgasms, bombastic politicians,
premature babies born with everything wrong, struggling to breathe.
Grannies rock them back to life.
Two runners fall, one tears her knee.
The other, a competitor, eases her up–
forgoes the race, and trots beside the hobbling athlete.
They cross the finish line together, dead last.
Now friends for life.
Prior to this erupting chaos,
prior–but not in time–
is the ineffable:
empty of things,
but full of possibility.
Rest there–or better said,
rest here
in this ground of being
and, still resting,
join the show.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2017
image credit: Photo by Ian Walton/Getty Images
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So lovely, Amrita!
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So beautifully put… Thank you, Amrita!
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It’s a constant see-saw till the fulcrum rests. I experience this a lot. Thank you!
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