Embrace the Paradox

Embrace the Paradox ~ Original Poetry © JA Valderrama

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Delicious Nothingness

Is it possible

That after so many iterations

I can forget why I’m here?

Keep on as I must

With my forward motion

Content to slowly lose hope

To live in quiet gratitude

Or was it only a patient sort of waiting?

For there you are

A spark that persists

Each time still,

An again pronounced in memory

In the now of this moment

I feel the realness of this, this

It pulses, stirring, pointed with immensity

And I am caught up and wondering inside

As I let go of history, the chattering turning to static

In the background…

Until we find ourselves standing on this sea

Everything floating and flowing

I wish to sing! To laugh madly

To taste without consequence to the stories

Yours and mine

I use the force of my will

Letting these thoughts wander

They find their way in, like tendrils of vines

Seeking cracks and fissures

To anchor upon and nestle within

I feel the moment, savoring it like sweet touch

My head fizzing, legs shaky, but feet on the ground

Happy to let it simmer forever

A delicious nothingness

Alive

You can tell when I’m fighting it

Can smell it in my words

Oddly enough, the bliss is harder to describe

It takes more skill to catch the flow

Than wrestle in my own skin

Afraid the bliss will overwhelm me

Every cell of my being buzzing

Cosmic orgasmic

So cloak it with shame and forget it

Boast of my pain instead

Yet here it lies underneath

Pulsating with the intensity of emotion

Breathing, hot and cold

We dip the cup

We dip the cup in the Stream

We freeze solid whatever flows in

Holding it in reverent fear,  like precious cargo

It melts, pooling in our palms

Dripping between our fingers, numb from cold

We act surprised, appalled even

Frantic in our belief that if it had truly been sacred,

It should have stayed frozen.

Buried in our blindness

Craving the deadened

 

They warn us against having a messiah complex

A diagnosis of delusions, of wrongness like food gone bad

So desperate to keep us quiet, our power harnessed and invisible

Casual but constant reinforcement of the lie of our ordinariness

Cut off from our own magic, embalmed with pills and pretty things

Suckered into apologies with derisive laughter and pitying looks

Our hands at each others’ throats in mutual strangulation

We watch the glow of our eyes fade with sick fascination

A little voice cries, fingers trembling, body shuddering

Until we try again

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