Only the paradox comes anywhere near
to comprehending the fullness of life.
-C.G. Jung
There is sincere
relief and pleasure that
the small bird nest is built
outside my window
once again.
Filled with another family
of robins in this
early spring, in the
exact same branch
that perfectly
held the eggs last
year till hatch.
It seems like
such a gift
of consistency.
the reliance
of the robin,
I myself,
am a mess of
contradiction.
Calm and restless.
Hopeful and despairing.
Joyful and melancholic.
Here and gone.
On the other hand,
maybe I am
just honest?
Because it
seems to me,
to live in paradox,
is to live in truth.
And being whole
means being free.
So let me then
be inconsistent.
Let me be a
child and a mother.
A student and a teacher.
Human and divine.
-Me
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