Long Interchange Poems
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In the hush between the charge and drift,
The world holds breath, suspended in a gift.
North and south exchange a fleeting glance,
Shadows and light halt their ancient dance.
Current pauses, silence on the wire,
Magnetism dreams of what might transpire.
Tension dissolves, the duality wanes,
Yin and yang rest from their endless chains.
In this moment, borders gently blur,
Opposites softened, no rush to recur.
The pulse of change, a silent refrain—
Polarity paused, peace here remains.
Raucous battles between them and us;
Finality reins but life is never the same.
Pause of Polarity Interchange Poetry Contest
1/17/2026
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
FROM THE SHADOWS
I took my granddaughter, Ava, to watch the sunset
where the ocean meets the land
And I remember being mesmerized by our shadows on the sand.
At first our shadows walked beside us…two shadows blending into one
but they separated and walked behind us as we turned our faces to the sun.
And as we watched the sun drift slowly down and a cool breeze chilled our skin
I had to smile at our shadows snow standing tall and thin.
When the sun was finally tucked in marking the end of another day
I turned around and noticed how our shadows had faded away.
And it got me thinking about shadows..of how the dark and light interchange
of how tentative is our existence and how quickly life can change
And I wondered where do shadows go?
Do they too need their sleep at night
if they are going to have the energy to join us at first light.
And how a shadow is like a good friend who will walk with us…
yet we’re aware
even the times we cannot see them we know that they are there.
And I thought how grandparents are kind of like a shadow
with each granddaughter and grandson
and how we will always be behind them
when they turn their faces to the sun.
How we will always walk beside them
with our support, our love and care
and even when they cannot see us they will know that we are there.
And that they should never worry
if they happen to be mired in the night…
for whenever they need our shadow…
we will gladly bring the light.
Between two worlds, there can be found
A place of beauty, few do seek
An intermittent middle ground
Where life is neither mild nor meek
We easily forget that Unity
Will always be the grandest place to be
It's compromise reflecting humble self
The modesty of love that strengthens health
That brings us to a place of gratitude
That signifies abundant inner wealth
And under threat, the Ego is subdued
The majesty of life between two powers
From edge to edge, we back and forth in Thought
From standing still, the Ego blindly cowers
Afraid of being outed in Selfs court
For as we know, Thought brings to us illusion
Which rarely ends in being our best solution
A lesson which the Ego still is learning
So battered torn and bruised from toss and turning
Why can't you see the damage you suffer?
Extreme to extreme always churning
Whilst Self so modestly does rediscover
The interchange that we can all embrace
Betwixt the outer echelons of life
The challenges of Thought we all must face
And through each one, our Self will surely strife
We will not fall for Ego's plastic ploys
The Shadow smiles and with that Truth destroys
The silhouettes the mind does cast revealed
The Truth of Unity no more concealed
The Ego now exposed does hide its tail
For shame and fear reformed and now repealed
Courage stands where ignorance will fail
The Truth is found within the Interchange
The pause of silence loudly now explained
Polarity, she bows as told her tale
The moral in plain sight, our hopes regained
Courage stands where ignorance did fail
There is a place
A moment's space
where Time is paused
and hush is caused
Where infinity
we almost see
where colors flash
and letters dash
While not a word
but thought is heard
Thought will then muse
Till word ensues
But did it dare
find Ego's lair
where “I” command
is in demand
If thought is deep
Let Ego sleep
Or else remorse
might stem our course
Yet “I” is strong
shouts Evermore
and finds scant use
on other's shore.
Now there are clues
Though each is strong
The one we choose
May prove us wrong.
But at last although
there is one choice
which will then echo
as our voice.
on the long drive to change,
i didn't know at the time
when the realization came,
i was literally shaken clean
from the aged norm of my reality
on the defining interchange to new
scenes and settings, i was honestly
taken aback by being cared about
and given such a rare opportunity
for careful reconstruction
shocking was the journey and the discovery
of myself that i never thought i would learn
about through actual experiences that left
me healthily greedy for more and more each
day
on the next wave of a planning session,
i am now my own travel agent for more
than one and i never expected to be
such a ready participant or such a
determined trooper
i think it is the combination of memories and
loneliness in dark times that attributes to our
newborn, newfound passion
the fruit of the joy it brings keeps our juices
flowing and growing for the next anticipated
discovery
what once was is now 87 unleaded gasoline
and very dependable navigation....the map
of our lives....the reigniting of our once limited,
sectional, and broken tonalities
An unseen lamp hidden in the realm of the mind
someone kindles to light up the dark gaps of thought.
Unperceived, it creates the beams of contemplation,
illumines the concealed pathway of the destined journey.
The paused thoughts create an intricate mental fresco,
the time transcendence makes it ostensibly self-radiant,
enmeshing the soul within the maze of the craving ego
that designs the forlorn corridor for the lonely journey.
As the lamp gets extinguished by the self-created gale,
awareness is lost in the abysmal depth of darkness.
The willful psyche clings to the sense of entrapped self,
getting confined within the bubble of illusion.
The obsessive free-will seemingly dormant,
enwraps the misty mind with an unreal veil,
for the free-rule tenets morph the ego into a trap
in the sphere of the fantasized self-deception.
In the ensnaring realm of fabricated passion
the cage of self-image captures the deceptive being.
As life swings on the cradle of the lingering time,
reflective pause causes the polarity interchange of acuity.
A regiment of sunflower golden disks
Turns heads
Assembled all summer for the daily
Love ambush
Upon the five o’clock rush
At the I-496 interchange
Home
Of pizza joints hotels and gas pumps
Who had the last laugh?
To plant in the highway construction zone with public money
This patch of bumblebee bonnets?
Whoever you are you restored my faith
Now
Under the October sky that’s held no sun
Not even for a single day
A type of autumn jewelry robbery
The crumpled sunflowers
Give up and fall face-first into the mud
Get back on one knee
With a wonder if any soul ever did see
Their trance upon the shining orb’s
Coming and going?
Yes, yes I did! Every exhausting end of the day!
I want to park my car on the ecliptic ramp
Fall from my tires and bend with the dying flowers
Faceless all of us
Reassure ourselves
Light is still up there somewhere traveling
Hidden as it is
Like another light perpetually cycling
From root to heart to crown
Earth to forest seas to heaven
The sun abound again and again.
The Funeral
Juxtaposed we find
metaphorical possibilities
on the 'oft heard word
"Great.."
in recent discourse..
The funereal gathering
marked with precision
and heartening oratory
celebrated a life representing
a centered consensus..
claiming a greatness
past and present..
but with darkness lapping
in places too close..
The golf outing
with creditable swing
stands circumferential
representing "deplorables" who
find the center not their own..
yet..a clubbing of truth
and a rough savaging
of human interchange
seem as arousal..
Arousal for rejection of
both sides of this
juxtaposition:
Are we witnessing the
birthing of what is "Great"
all anew...?
Translucent tender leaves in light pink
Clinging on to branches of a tree
Like a baby clings on to its mothers breast tenderly
Extending forward into the morning light naturally
Like silken weaves with a shimmer
Telling secrets to the wind, a glimmer
The sunlight feeds their living souls
Leaves moving in the wind fold
I sit and watch the leaves turn bright
A soothing colour calms my sight
Air woven like children of light in-between
Every line on a leaf like a flowing stream
As leaves rustle with hustle and bustle
How beautifully leaves grow strong and green
A whisper now heard in an interchange of love
The leaves and the light move as one above
24.3.2021
Sponsor:Brian Strand
All yours(March 26) First Place
Unbroken awareness through day & night
Alert & attentive shining bright
Unaffected between waking & sleeping
Between sleeping & dreaming
Deep sleep ot Turiya
Or Turiyatita
The trick, the practice says, is to watch the moment
The moment of polarity interchange poignant
And remain therein in rippleless awareness
A singular uninterrupted field of consciousness
Dreams disappear as also does body sentience
Yet unbroken remains awareness in innocence
Clues are offered
Suggestions proffered
Such as stillness in the heart centre
Observing bliss within Sushumna canter
The truth being we are entering waters deep
Yet in time light dawns onto those who seek
With purity of intent
10-August-2020