In my solitude
I have seen very clearly
things that are not true.
— Antonio Machado
Full zero rising beginning end every thing in between
True gravity bathing pink contained gray yielding
Origin of the known universe unknown unborn the other
Attending yang honoring yin space tension grace
Images and notations, a morning walk downtown, October 17.
...
There is no city
But the city within.
No door, but the door
To simple wisdom.
We walk, dumb
As newborns
Into the tremendous and endless
Blessing.
— Cynthia Cruz, from her remarkable poem The Hinge, in How The End Begins (2016).
