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.