POEM: The Deep End

The Deep End

I fell
Off
The deep end
Only too narrowly
Missing a shallow end
As was my aim
The river is wide
Full of whys
Like some
Chicken of the see
Not to swim
To the other side
To get over
The waterfall
Planted from above
To churning, disorienting bellow
Grasping for breath
Vainly trying to separate
Water and light
Wallowing in a rainbow
How becoming
I am
Proclaiming
Deep and wide
Once
Is enough
Or, yearning only
Too due it
Again

The deep part of the river of is the center.  The point is not merely to cross over the other side — as if in this matter were some — but to it longly and deeply.  Of course, going over the deep end in a river is a waterfall.  Again, the point is not merely to “get over it,” but to embrace it in of its churning and disorienting bellow.  Drink in, even choke on it, rather than leave via a “shallow end.” Accepting the sheer of in its totality can be a powerful practice leading to more robust — though some may recognize that you have went off the deep end.  Without incessantly trying to break into good parts to be sought and bad parts to be avoided we can better appreciate the epic arc of , and our own story within it.  Of course, lived well or poorly, most of us can identify with both feelings that “once is enough” and “let’s do it again!”  May it be so.

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