As soon as you shut the door
to a part of your being who
makes you confused and afraid,
it shows up in your world
as the enemy.
The Left creates the Right,
the Right projects the Left.
They don't even know
they're dancing.
Climb into the bell tower
if you can stand the dizzy
ringing of the Self.
Gaze down at the tiny
swirling dots, the dust motes
of your own body.
You contain them all, dear one,
friends, enemies, and
furry creatures who come
out at night to drink
from the clear stream
of your silence.