to know the other
connection not merely to represent the other
but to come into contact the encounter of two
that becomes one distance is no longer far away
but is transfigured as things that seem remote and different
are instead exposed as complementary
the ancient wisdom prefigured this revelation
or should we say, the ancient sages encountered
it in the intuition of reality
the ying-yang of the East, the paradox of Zen
the metaphysics of Aristotle
all grasping at a mystery that lurks below the surface
and man and wife are a drama of communion
a drama that builds towards a release of joy
that makes boys of men
all simple at play in the ways that couples contact
each other
child-like surrender not a pretender
not to be mistaken for pleasant masks
but a dynamic of love
that foreshadows the grace which descends from above
or should would say within or rather both
near as a breath in the lung but farther than the limits of a universe
all on fire with itself in a maze of energies and gravities
a network holding itself in
communion
(to be wise is to learn how to love
wisdom is not a desert not a place
of dry wastes in which longing is like
a distorted face
a confused identity that just doesn’t seem to fit
wisdom is persistent in that it strives for the other
in which the whole world becomes like a sister
or a brother
wisdom learns not through conquering
but through communion
two are separated
two are separated
in competing monologues wisdom is the bridge
not a thing, but a person singing
or rather a person whose soul is like a song
played in the little moments of friendship
the wise man
listens).
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