Duality Haiku series
“Understand: both sides,
they are equally valid,”
they tell me, “So stop
overreacting.”
As if life and health and death
are mere abstractions.
Birthday in couplets
Command silence, request a song in shouts,
light the tall candles, blow them all out.
Another year gone, another year gained,
why not fill another cup to drain?
Duality
I often struggle
With how I present myself
I like ‘all the things’
I like ‘cottage core’
Minimalism is cool
No ‘one’ aesthethic’
Anime is fun
Documentaries are great
I read all genres
I love to travel
‘Homebody’ is also true
‘Wanderlust’ sometimes
Church said to choose one
Society says that too
I do what I please
My autistic brain
is constantly at odds with
my ADHD
Always too much, or
not enough. I am never
quite in the middle
Somehow, I'm always
in the in-between. I am
and/or/both/neither
What a frustrating
and interesting way to
experience life
Duality asks
Did I make the right choice?
Am I good enough?
Duality says
There is only one right way
And mistakes will hinder
Pressure overwhelms
Suddenly I’m frozen still
What if I choose wrong?
Deep breaths hands on heart
Eyes reflected in mirror
My wholeness whispers
Look closely sweet one
See the wonder of your soul
Feel the warm embrace
Listen closely now
There is nothing to get right
Everything fits here
Duality was
weight beneath the last straw for
the camel, and me.
.
I didn't know it
had lead me here, exhausted
needing room to breathe.
I didn't know I
could be held by mystery,
goodness in unknowns.
How can it be
When I was three
They told me
God is love
But
I was dirty
On the inside
Ones I love
Could hurt me
So much
They lied
or maybe
they didn’t know
And now
I am older
I know
not like that
So this one seems to come from personal experience about which I never expected to write a poem!
A twin still has the
right to be treated as an
Individual
What you see of me and of
You is what we get of
Each other
But underneath
There is river flowing
Of fears and delights;
It’s all who we are.
Much to be seen
And much to be discovered
It’s not one or the other,
It’s more together.
I am all myself here
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat
Smooth rhythmic woodpecker pecking
Symphonic alignment
Every thought, idea and dream
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Morning and evening
Both contain rituals of
Beauty and Being
Coffee, candlelight
Awakening, welcoming
Darkness and daylight
We, dualities
Like this: not whole until the
Opposites collide
Green or not green tree?
Too many shades in the light.
Both/and, not yes/no
be my hands and feet.
gimme a gun and a stage,
and fifteen minutes.
gimme love and forgiveness.
Seventy sevens.
You know I love you.
Then its easy, feed my sheep.
Forgot to ask how
Is it yellow? Blue?
Until we can say, “it’s both”
We cannot see green.
Is it possible
to feel both empty and full
on a Sunday night?
It’s my end of week
With others I grieved, laughed, ate,
prayed, laughed, cried and sang.
Not just in worship.
Over lunch, on a golf course,
At a musical.
My vocation is
All of this. And I love it.
But gosh, I’m tired.
People both feed me
And take energy from me.
Must take care of me.
It is possible
to feel both full and empty
on a Sunday night.
Shrodinger's moment
something that I have made up
life is good and bad
momentarily
both exist as possible
giving life flavor
enriching it fully
so taste and see what arises
to start this new time
opportunity
for tears and sighs of sadness
to clear the despair
make room for the joy
that bursts forth rejoicing life
risk creating love
“Understand: both sides,
they are equally valid,”
they tell me, “So stop
overreacting.”
As if life and health and death
are mere abstractions.
Birthday in couplets
Command silence, request a song in shouts,
light the tall candles, blow them all out.
Another year gone, another year gained,
why not fill another cup to drain?
Duality
I often struggle
With how I present myself
I like ‘all the things’
I like ‘cottage core’
Minimalism is cool
No ‘one’ aesthethic’
Anime is fun
Documentaries are great
I read all genres
I love to travel
‘Homebody’ is also true
‘Wanderlust’ sometimes
Church said to choose one
Society says that too
I do what I please
My autistic brain
is constantly at odds with
my ADHD
Always too much, or
not enough. I am never
quite in the middle
Somehow, I'm always
in the in-between. I am
and/or/both/neither
What a frustrating
and interesting way to
experience life
Duality asks
Did I make the right choice?
Am I good enough?
Duality says
There is only one right way
And mistakes will hinder
Pressure overwhelms
Suddenly I’m frozen still
What if I choose wrong?
Deep breaths hands on heart
Eyes reflected in mirror
My wholeness whispers
Look closely sweet one
See the wonder of your soul
Feel the warm embrace
Listen closely now
There is nothing to get right
Everything fits here
Duality was
weight beneath the last straw for
the camel, and me.
.
I didn't know it
had lead me here, exhausted
needing room to breathe.
.
I didn't know I
could be held by mystery,
goodness in unknowns.
Duality
How can it be
When I was three
They told me
God is love
But
I was dirty
On the inside
How can it be
Ones I love
Could hurt me
So much
They lied
or maybe
they didn’t know
And now
I am older
I know
God is love
But
not like that
So this one seems to come from personal experience about which I never expected to write a poem!
Duality
A twin still has the
right to be treated as an
Individual
What you see of me and of
You is what we get of
Each other
But underneath
There is river flowing
Of fears and delights;
It’s all who we are.
Much to be seen
And much to be discovered
It’s not one or the other,
It’s more together.
I am all myself here
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat
Smooth rhythmic woodpecker pecking
Symphonic alignment
Every thought, idea and dream
I am all myself here
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Morning and evening
Both contain rituals of
Beauty and Being
Coffee, candlelight
Awakening, welcoming
Darkness and daylight
We, dualities
Like this: not whole until the
Opposites collide
Green or not green tree?
Too many shades in the light.
Both/and, not yes/no
be my hands and feet.
gimme a gun and a stage,
and fifteen minutes.
be my hands and feet.
gimme love and forgiveness.
Seventy sevens.
You know I love you.
Then its easy, feed my sheep.
Forgot to ask how
Is it yellow? Blue?
Until we can say, “it’s both”
We cannot see green.
Is it possible
to feel both empty and full
on a Sunday night?
It’s my end of week
With others I grieved, laughed, ate,
prayed, laughed, cried and sang.
Not just in worship.
Over lunch, on a golf course,
At a musical.
My vocation is
All of this. And I love it.
But gosh, I’m tired.
People both feed me
And take energy from me.
Must take care of me.
It is possible
to feel both full and empty
on a Sunday night.
Shrodinger's moment
something that I have made up
life is good and bad
momentarily
both exist as possible
giving life flavor
enriching it fully
so taste and see what arises
to start this new time
opportunity
for tears and sighs of sadness
to clear the despair
make room for the joy
that bursts forth rejoicing life
risk creating love