In the classroom

black and white are not really
opposites
you know
a clever child once
told me this-
they much rather
complement
each others'
blissful specialness
revealing
all the million shades
in between

On a bright sunny morning
Up in a field of chance
An orange-hooded creature shows
A vivid dance on a
White mountain top
Encircled in a cloud
Of greenish surging fog
Ad hoc thoughts
Throb through
Veins and arteries
And nothing there that might
Disturb the scenery

Inside of you sits
a beating heart
that patiently waits til it feels
safe to take you
right through the core and out again
all the time
reminding you
with every subtle beat
of all the other
beating hearts
all of them
beginning to remember
how well they knew
each other
always

The whole
you being
destructively sad and
raging
being
childlike full of tremendous
joy being
a silent
observer piercing
every thing
being
a hilarious fool one eye
fixed upon
the truth,
still-
being
a deep deep feeling
creature rejecting the
building of
fixed walls-
rather
tired of the motion
being
the seeing kid that feels and
understands
the push and pull
and navigates
through it
with a fierce
perseverance
a breath so persistent
it could give you
a pause
more often
letting go just
a bit of
the existential
relentlessness