In the Air

In the air and in the atmosphere,
hovering all about.
I breathe, and then it enters me,
just as another doubt explodes inside;
for paradox is on the rise again -
numinous, in its intensity.

Is this directed then, at only me?
Am I here or am I there?
I feel your presence, so surreal
and wonder if you feel mine too.
Yet, how can we exist, if so divided
without confusion entering in...?
For two-in-one, yet separated,
these alternate realities
begin to spin in opposite directions.

Knowing neither then nor now
yet rising all around somehow;
effecting time and space and matter
without living in their bounds,
or feeling all the pain of this -
its past of unexpressed emotion.

Diving deep, then rising up.
Understanding naught
of what it means to live
right here, within the in between -
where right and wrong become just one,
within the purest mystery of all -
this love.

In the air and in the atmosphere,
hovering all about.
I breathe, and then it enters me,
just as another doubt explodes inside;
for paradox is on the rise again -
numinous, in its intensity.

Would the gods of old
now wake from all
their dreamy sleep at last...?

? Michaelette ?

3/13/2001
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