Never settled 6/28/15

Nothing is ever settled.

But when the dark side of light

meets up with the light side of dark,

we have an abundance of the unresolved.

This does not pronounce of itself in language,

There is no stifle of internal bantering.

It happens in the duplicity of mood.

Either one, light or dark,

is already present and dominating.

But there is a kibitz of murmur in the mind

that radically rattles off a vaguer remark

obliquely to counter the low or the high,

from the towering lightness of being,

or the vast catches of shadow seething as doubt

or the whizzical turn of too good to be true,

to the falling on its own ass

with fronting a living lie.

These as apprehensions of emotive thought

are always about to happen.

In either case, light and dark

there is a share of common space consciousness

and what would positionally be confusion

somehow becomes a settling, not settled

but an acquiesce much about the settling,

choppy but contained,

stains on the wallpaper of the mind

but blended into the prominent pattern itself.

A thickness of awareness

now with many levels,

as a share of uneven voice-tones, back and forth,

but no summation as in a final account.

Both sides seen yet juxtapose.

The world becomes accustomed to beaming and shadows

in every meaningful moment

and yet settled, truly settled,

is now not an option for living . . .

Continuums from observations fill the high of the day

and contend with the night’s co-minglings in dreams.

The constancy is as these undulations continues

long on into the tides of light blinding dark

or resurgent dark burying light.

Know for yourself and of yourself in these ways,

mindfully, fluidly but never settled . . .