Pollen falls from the heavens, a bubbling presence that explains it all. If all were that simple, who wouldn't be pollinated by its contradiction, the shadow? If all were as complicated, why are the worldly aspects so concrete? From a chaste to a belief, an imposition of logic makes its way by recreating symbols in a mind made of spheres. Who am I to reject such elaborate arguments of logical imposition? A flower in the midst of an act of contrition, where who I thought I was is bent to give birth to those following their own shadows. A shadow is a memory that cannot fade because it is nurtured by the experience that emanates contradiction. In this dance of winning an argument, no one wins because in a game of reproduction there is no growth, yet in its pollinating contradiction, only the creative see beyond belief. Celestial pollen is demystifying mysticism through the fertile flowers of awareness. Each time the celestial pollen reaches the fertile, not to reproduce, but to create what is insight; then a portal is opened, but the room becomes smaller when its shadow is born. What will you do if the celestial pollen touches your fate? Will you fall into the delight of the shadow or will you let it grow into light? In such instance, there will be no more room, only insight.
Contradiction is an intellectual phase that nurtures growth, but when this contradiction becomes the whole fascination of a perspective, then it falls into a lack of creativity where the only way out is not thinking. Sometimes contradictions are the perfect opportunity to learn what does silence mean, and in time experience what actually mysticism is. However, if one gets lost in the contradiction, then the wholeness disappears and obsession and desire takes its place.
