Paradox of Equinox

Without adventure nobody wins
Motion is stopped by paralysis
Experience by analysis

At the equinox of day and night
Where yin and yang in the balance hang
In the equipoise of dark and light

At the still point of the hurricane
The locus of death where life begins
The blind eye opens to labor pain

The seed now sown is reaped grown in the fall
Life is the reason spring is the season
When life commits to death and bets it all

Vernal to autumnal and back again
This is the paradox of equinox

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Your poetry consistently brings a smile across my lips, Stevie.

Often quite by surprise it leads me down a path I did not see ahead. The first passage... should be chiseled in stone. I love it! May I quote you?

Spring is upon us all. Knowing it will fade, then return - time and again should not justify indifference.
Go!
Outside.
Let the Sun's rays shine upon your face, warm your skin and replenish your soul.

Thank you with all my heart for your insight, your understanding, and your kindness, Jo.

And I did it, too! My doctor has been insisting I take a daily walk for depression--or perhaps I should say against depression--so I started, and it really helps.

I've been exercising all along, but in the house; I went through a very dark period of being completely, totally reclusive, a real hermit, not going outside at all for a long time there.

But my namesake son came and dragged me out yesterday, after I had perfectionistically cleaned myself up to look my best. That went really well. Then today I went out all by myself, into the beautiful spring, and it was wonderful. A complete success.

I always do well when I go outside; I have wonderful little experiences and interactions, people are so glad to see me again. So now I will know and remember to do it every day, by hook or by crook, somehow. The nice weather makes it easier.

Thanks again, so much. I am truly grateful to you for caring. I haven't written anything yet today, but I grew and became healthier, and when I do write something it will be better, informed as it will be by the expansion of consciousness which comes from successful engagement with external reality.

Respect and solidarity, my friend and fellow poet!

Love,

+Stevie