Redemption's Razor Edge
Who is this would-be Redeemer
stalking my own mirror?
Whether for good or evil
I remain stuck in
ambivalent.
Riding Time's unfolding edge,
glancing forward for faith in better
stronger
surer lasting light
glancing backward darkens optimistic hope
to change what I cannot
yet
to fulfill commitments to grow together
as me and we might
were I not so all-encompassing alone.
Universe of Presence much too vast for home.
Even so, the present makes a safer home
than future's pregnant womb
or past's sterile tomb,
drawing these two faces together
in stigmatic messiah wound,
breathing in and out,
stifling each victorious shout
"Not yet!...not yet....again
my time unwilling to climax
without our Time past
and future CoBeloved.
Faith in fated freedom
struggles with choosing Earth's rebirth
as ego-death
to what might have been
anthro-privileged benign
contents choosing co-invested life
as if co-passion through cosmic context
of karmic win/win revolution.
CoRedeemer hearts
and loving minds
perpetually ride anguished surf of paradise,
not yet, not done yet
not this, not that,
not yet tomorrow, too soon yesterday,
hanging on bodhisattva mentoring crosses
in-between
where nondual co-arising Now
surfs swelling/ebbing cycles
Here
not yet resiliently healthy
There
and not yet wealthy
win/win Were.
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