Tag Archives: paradox

Coquí Finds His Voice

Now as then, on Borikén, an island in the Caribbean Sea, an amphibian is always singing; the frog says his name “Coquí!” Coquí sang with pride on a branch outside, and wove the night together. His faith abides in his … Continue reading

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Mirrors

I am the seeker, I am the seer gazing at the world as if a mirror. Reflections of self seen in the other, reflecting on this turns all to brothers, to friars, to nuns, to tribe, to clan; all things … Continue reading

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One Drop?

I’m told that there are two rooms to choose from. If I want I can leave. It’s up to me. I’m already sitting in the big white room with all these people that I don’t identify with, yet who I … Continue reading

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I don’t know

What is the most powerful affirmation? “I don’t know.” This agnosticism may require the most faith, the most courage. It is a scary thing to accept that you don’t know, and yet in accepting this, fear often melts away. You … Continue reading

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Shoefalls

One, two, they dropped both shoes right down onto me. Three, four, what there’s more! How many can there be? All my life, now I live in fright; The risk will never end. I know I’m right, yet still this … Continue reading

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The Worst Day of My Life

I love my home and I love my life. I also love my struggles and my strife because only friction can sharpen knives. I love the dark and I love the light. I love the day and I love the … Continue reading

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Round Squares

Everything turns, for better or worse, and around again. We see a horizon in the distance, a straight dividing line, yet somehow we return. Perception and experience misalign; two truths both wrong. What’s at the center of all these round … Continue reading

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