OPPOSITES

 The minute I hear concrete I think abstract.

When I try to fill the page I see an empty one instead.

Color reminds me of black and white,

stillness cries movement

and order lends itself to chaos.

The seen lies hidden in the unseen.

What is unseen may finally be seen.

Life is a riddle

that only the wise and newborn

know the answer to.

For me…….

There is no answer.

Everytime I decide on an answer

a new question is asked that begs a new answer.

And so….on and on, deeper and deeper,

the story of life and beyond goes.

“That was a good book”

my late husband announced to me days before he died.

I was too frightened and chaotic inside to ask him

the meaning of his words.

But then of course I knew, that is why I didn’t ask.

What I really want to say is STOP!

Let’s bring some order to this piece.

Writing is about concrete images,

but I don’t like the word or the idea of concrete.

Reminds me of the sidewalks I traveled in the city

instead of the soft rich soil that surrounds my life now.

I came out of concrete and rules, should and more shoulds.

Everything in a straight line,

like the New York City streets.

For awhile I liked it that way.

The linear moved me in directions I believed I should go.

Easy to identify myself in all that order.

Images of cyclical adventures were too frightening,

too free.

THAT WAS BEFORE I LOST MY MIND……….

 I think it was in the woods one day

or was in the mountains that summer a few years back?

No……I remember.

It was at that workshop, the one with the strange name:

Inner Landscapes, Outer Dreams.

It mixed me all up.

But then I knew I could use some mixing up.

Like the letters in the cage at a Bingo game turning over and over.

I understood that in order to bring a new order of being

I would need to establish

Chaos.