Knowledge of Opposites

My journey

Returns me

To a primal garden:

Innocence,

Time of bliss,

Long before

There were more

Rules than behaviors.

No knowledge

Of opposites

Existed.

Too much in-

Formation is

Not always a good thing:

Classify,

Magnify,

Are you here or there?

Find your mind on a

Straight time line?

But this epoch circles

Up or down, and

Comes around

Cyclically,

Typically.

And so good and evil

Both enter

At center,

And swirling,

Whiling to

Carry me ahead to the past,

I stand under,

Over blunders.

The Great Wheel’s

Revelry

Continues to grind me.

But that’s okay.

For today

Is the hour

Of power

Renewed, by the sense

Of living

And giving

My All to Love:

Ignorant,

Expectant

Of only existence.

-jenn long