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  • Interfaces and how to face them

    Interface
    is the only place
    to face anything.

    Inside is unfathomable –
    you cannot plumb the depths from inside the sea.
    Outside is unknowable –
    you cannot know what you cannot perceive.

    The only place
    to know and see
    is the interface –
    the waves on the sea:
    the drops of rain, creating the rings;
    the sight and touch, embodying things;
    the warmth and breath, infusing life;
    the pull and press,
    the push and strife.

    At the interface
    there is rough and rub
    which, we have to face,
    is the nub.

    —

    by

    ashepherd
    in

  • Border line

    Here you are,
    building and re-building your wall,
    on the border between the manageable stagnation within your mind
    and the beguiling chaos without.
    The wind of reality blows through the cracks,
    soft but incessant,
    frightening and alluring…
    – Knock, knock.
    – Who is there?
    – Life.

    —

    by

    ashepherd
    in

  • Border

    Water relentlessly grinding rocks into sand,
    finer and finer,
    until it cannot be supported
    and filters through
    into the depths.
    And there you are –
    right on the border;
    building castles out of sand
    and fortifying them with water.
    Amazingly, it works.

    —

    by

    ashepherd
    in

  • A closed door

    The call of a closed door:
    the enigma,
    the adventure,
    the impossible dream of understanding…

    —

    by

    ashepherd
    in
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