Simply Complicated ... for Chana

There is a fog that lies between
         the hills of either or
Inversions here turn upside down
         clouding mind and soul

We try so hard to touch and feel
         the real that’s really not        
Blind we are in fog so thick
         and need to trust our hearts

Disparities that dance with us
         and tell us so much more
Between the poles of black and white
         infinity controls

Mountains rise above the mist
         painted Thalo Green
An artist’s single stroke
         simple smooth and clean
        
But in the dark of forest deep
         lies chaos on the floor
Twisted trunks and ragged stumps
         a perfect harmony

Yen and Yang
         young and old
A man a woman
         hot and cold

If you can touch, it is for naught
         truth goes deep beyond the core
You cannot touch but know it‘s there
         buried deep within your soul

The simple complicicity
         of life is all around
the fleetness of a smile
         will last eternity…

It is and always will be
         for God does not keep score
Reality can only be
         our thoughts and nothing more
                                                      G. Thomas Edwards