The Mother of Virtues

Through the tradition of linear time,

Heavy with its faults and guilt,

Encased in the lock-box of memory,

Reason, and rule, the question of,

“What now?” has been thrown

With abandon, hope, defeat, fear, and

The primal passions of integrity:

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She who meets the tsunami of

Change as the sky embraces

Dark winds pregnant with

Frostbite and failure of crop.

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In grace.

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This question, “What now?”

Burdened with a fiery curiosity,

Has quite the double edge to it.

The skeptic glances

Askance,

Greedy with the pains of loss;

The optimist may open a smile,

As the flower invites the sun to bathe her.

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Both would taste the nature of duality.