The Eye of the
Storm
I am where I want
to be, right here,
in Tiny Beaches, Georgean
Bay,
Ontario; and my state
of mind and soul
are at the
stillpoint of my life, that long
sought-after place
of wholeness where
the being and non-being
of my paradoxical
nature no longer vie
for more life,
that mystical union
of blissful resolution
of my inner and
outer self, the eye
of the storm in
the whirlwind of life—
mysterium coniunctionis.
Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario
Tuesday, September 24, 2024
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