Paradox

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

 

© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2020

 

5 Comments

Filed under Musings, Non-duality, nonduality, Poetry, spirituality

5 responses to “Paradox

  1. Lynn Woodward

    Oh my , I like this — A LOT! Lynn

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  2. “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

  3. Basheera

    Bravo! Well done!

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