paradox
we’re made local for a time
each of us a point of view—
on this sphere
of billions
and growing
no number’s large enough
to count all manifest things
a cosmos full
of jewels in Indra’s net
opal garnet tourmaline
each reflecting the whole
caught by panic
when I forget
I feel diminished
on this fevered slab of stardust
we call earth
then remind myself—
being local
feels intimate
but it’s not personal—
life is birthing itself
right out of itself
again again and again
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
Beautiful and poignant! I hope it caresses your heart & spirit during these challenging times… Love!
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Bravo! Well done!
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“Life is birthing itself
right out of itself
again again and again”
Exactly so!
It’s an exquisite poem dear Amrita – pure nectar (!)
Thank you.
An email is in-progress. Sorry for the delay. It’s been a time of challenges and distractions. (She does those so well!) Sending love, L
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Thank you! I look forward to hearing from you.
Big love,
Amrita
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Oh my , I like this — A LOT! Lynn
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Thank you! I worked hard on it. About ten rewrites.
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