We challenge ourselves upwards into the unknown even as we feel the safety of the plains. It is a paradox that even as we feel our calm and stable center we recognize the need for uncomfortability and instability. After a visually and emotionally startling trip to the Denver a year and a half ago, I wrote this poem:
Light Land Looming
Land in
limitless light
Looms
level with heaven
Rewards
us with reason
Sprawling
and safe
A
mountain emerges
Spoiling
serenity,
Pointy
lines draw our spellbound
Eyes uphill
To a
cold place where the
Wind
blows without logic,
Up and
down the peak in
Excessive
screams
And we
do not resist
But are
sucked willingly
To the
summit, to our
Nightmares
where we
Are
hung upon hazy
Heights
hypnotized by the
Upward-bound journey to
Holding nothing.
Holding nothing.
c. Triada Samaras 2016
