Black on white

poem: Black on white

black on white

white on black

it doesn’t matter

angels falling
made to fall
at peace with falling

I let myself fall
at peace with falling

and wonder what that means?

death?

no

though there are times I long
for the Beloved
for union with the Beloved
for all in one
and one all

let go

when an angel falls
they are at peace

they are at peace
with falling

people

see black and white

people

see good and evil

people

separate
label
categorize

angels don’t

black on white
or
white on black

it doesn’t matter
there is no separation
we are one

Beloved

One

Mundane Monday #186: cup

For Mundane Monday #186, my theme is cup.

Good morning, and Monday, and post-Thanksgiving, back to work.

What is your favorite cup or mug shot? From an angle, experimental, mundane,  accidental? Attach your entry and I will list them next week.

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Last week’s theme was balance:

From Paula Light’s lightmotifs: a well balanced kittay.

KLAllendorfer talks about life balance.

Shades

This is for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge #73, prompt words black and white. I was thinking of the shades in between and all of the stances on the internet: this is true, this is false, this is horrible, this is wonderful. We only seem to be able to agree about cute cat photos and videos. I keep hoping that the loss of privacy on the internet will teach us gentleness and peace and tolerance: entertain strangers for they might be angels. Peace, all, and work to end all discrimination.

 

white light darkening
hark angels black and white sing
black tract lightening

 

I took the picture at the start of a rain storm at Lake Matinenda, Ontario, Canada in August.