Seeking freedom from duality –
right or wrong,
abundance or lack,
blossoms or weeds,
embrace or farewell
I contemplate non-thinking
Somewhere in my spirit
I feel I understand
this paradox
beyond language
beyond thought
Existing within calm confusion
May confusion dawn as wisdom. (paraphrased from the Four Dharmas of Gampopa)
Wind Rush 
Lovely, LuAnne. I especially enjoy the non-duality and paradox of language conveying the paradox beyond language.
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Thank you, Joan. It turned out to be a paradoxical poem about paradox which completely confuses me, but like the prayer says, confusion can dawn as wisdom. Thanks for dropping by.
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“Existing within calm confusion.” I so relate to that…
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Yes, this confusion seems to have become such a close friend of mine, I am learning to stay calm in her company.
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Interesting that you refer to the confusion as she… Any reason? I always find it intriguing that so many things get referred to as she. Ships, storms (until relatively recently when we had to start being politically correct, lol), cars, furniture. And the Hebrews referred to Wisdom as a woman. Her name is Sophia. I wonder why that is…
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I guess confusion has been such a part of my female life, I think of her as “she”. I guess I just think in female terms. Male confusion could be so much different I suppose. I will gravitate to Sophia (doesn’t that name have something to do with trees?) and hope that the chaos in my life will ultimately lead me to wisdom. I am getting old. I don’t have much time left to be wise.
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