The Difference

Our beginnings and endings are but one motion:
an inter-weaving and an intra-weaving of possibility,
in time, out of time,
in thought, out of thought,
in being, out of being,
inspiration, expiration,
warp and weft,
with point or by vagaries,
one divine liberation from stasis,
a stream of consciousness
drawing on and form all that is,
conscious and unconscious,
wandering outward,
from eternal internal
to eternal external,
exploring nuance,
creating order
where order is not,
by a simple attraction of opposites.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

Flickerings

Sun,
insatiably in combustion;
our best metaphor
of that eternal blending:
being.

I Am
but one of billions of strands
of the same growing shape
that startles darkness.

We hang together
center of the core,
there we melt,
for opposites attract.

Fire and ice,
they blend as we do,
somethings into nothing,
into something else again.

Such meetings are flickerings;
they light up life.

© 2010 by Elisabeth Eliassen